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"These wounds don't seem to heal."
Aug. 19th, 2015 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
likefatherlikesonWho: Justin Campbell and Will Jackson
What: Déjà vu
Where: High Dependency Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Tuesday night
Justin had one hell of a rude awakening when he finally came-to. He had pretty much had a complete nervous breakdown in waking up in the hospital connected to all the wires and tubes. He nearly screamed the place down, only to be hit with a shot of something that calmed him right down for the doctors to be able to examine him. Just about every inch of him was examined from inside out, but he remained lucid with the medication. He had some hazy recollection of things, but had mostly been unhelpful with the psych assessment. At least, so he thought. His condition alone gave them plenty to go on. Neurologically, he was slightly delayed in some things, but they didn't want to assume any long-term damage until they could repeat the tests in a couple of days. He had overdosed on a lot of medication, he wasn't just going to jump up out of the hospital bed and be perfectly fine.
In fact, he wasn't even in the realms of fine yet. They had finally stopped poking and prodding him after losing his shit when he regained consciousness. His parents had been there talking to them, and Justin took comfort in the fact they were there. No one had been able to get a clear answer out of him if he remembered doing what he did. Now he was just sat up in the bed a little, head hurting and feeling like mush, stomach painful and uncomfortable. He had been sweating a hell of a lot and they had just changed him into a new gown, but he felt gross and miserable. He was just looking at the drips in his arms, seeing the bruising over the back of his hand. He hated having IVs put in. He was glad he hadn't been conscious for that.
What: Déjà vu
Where: High Dependency Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Tuesday night
Justin had one hell of a rude awakening when he finally came-to. He had pretty much had a complete nervous breakdown in waking up in the hospital connected to all the wires and tubes. He nearly screamed the place down, only to be hit with a shot of something that calmed him right down for the doctors to be able to examine him. Just about every inch of him was examined from inside out, but he remained lucid with the medication. He had some hazy recollection of things, but had mostly been unhelpful with the psych assessment. At least, so he thought. His condition alone gave them plenty to go on. Neurologically, he was slightly delayed in some things, but they didn't want to assume any long-term damage until they could repeat the tests in a couple of days. He had overdosed on a lot of medication, he wasn't just going to jump up out of the hospital bed and be perfectly fine.
In fact, he wasn't even in the realms of fine yet. They had finally stopped poking and prodding him after losing his shit when he regained consciousness. His parents had been there talking to them, and Justin took comfort in the fact they were there. No one had been able to get a clear answer out of him if he remembered doing what he did. Now he was just sat up in the bed a little, head hurting and feeling like mush, stomach painful and uncomfortable. He had been sweating a hell of a lot and they had just changed him into a new gown, but he felt gross and miserable. He was just looking at the drips in his arms, seeing the bruising over the back of his hand. He hated having IVs put in. He was glad he hadn't been conscious for that.