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Sep. 4th, 2015
"You sound like you're sick..."
Sep. 4th, 2015 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastfirstkissWho? Jeff Hinton and Nick Matheson
What? Stepping in to lend a helping hand
When? After THIS
Where? Nick's apartment
Jeff wasn't exactly sure what to expect when he arrived at Nick's studio. The other guy had told him he was feeling pretty shit, and his brain was sort of foggy, which had made Jeff's decision for him. If Nick had just said he wasn't feeling well, but just wanted a lie down, Jeff would've understood and left him to it. But he'd openly admitted that he was planning to call someone to take him to the hospital, though he wasn't sure that he knew what he should be doing. Which again, set Jeff off with a red flag that Nick might really need someone to come and get him. So he'd decided then and there that he was going to go, collect Nick, and get him to the hospital as soon as possible.
He didn't drive often. Most people in the City didn't, as travelling by public transport was usually faster and more cost effective, but this was a hospital situation, and Jeff wasn't making Nick walk to the train to get there. So he drove over to Nick's in his beloved Honda Civic, and rang the buzzer on the door. He hoped like hell Nick could hear him.
What? Stepping in to lend a helping hand
When? After THIS
Where? Nick's apartment
Jeff wasn't exactly sure what to expect when he arrived at Nick's studio. The other guy had told him he was feeling pretty shit, and his brain was sort of foggy, which had made Jeff's decision for him. If Nick had just said he wasn't feeling well, but just wanted a lie down, Jeff would've understood and left him to it. But he'd openly admitted that he was planning to call someone to take him to the hospital, though he wasn't sure that he knew what he should be doing. Which again, set Jeff off with a red flag that Nick might really need someone to come and get him. So he'd decided then and there that he was going to go, collect Nick, and get him to the hospital as soon as possible.
He didn't drive often. Most people in the City didn't, as travelling by public transport was usually faster and more cost effective, but this was a hospital situation, and Jeff wasn't making Nick walk to the train to get there. So he drove over to Nick's in his beloved Honda Civic, and rang the buzzer on the door. He hoped like hell Nick could hear him.
"Tearing love apart..."
Sep. 4th, 2015 09:53 pmbreakableheartsWho: Sam with Mark and Justin Campbell
What: Progress
Where: Cardiac Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Two days after Mark's collapse
When Mark woke up in the hospital, he was understandably disoriented and confused. But he didn't have the chance to freak out. A gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder with a soft, "Take it easy, Sparky. Just take it slowly." Mark would know his twin's voice anywhere and that is what grounded him, despite the fact he was feeling pretty fucking rough. Beginning to get his bearings, he realised Sam was standing beside him with his stethoscope down the front of his gown listening to his chest. He went to move, but Sam's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Careful, you've got a trespasser on your bed," Sam warned and waited until Mark realised what he was talking about. Down towards the end of the bed, curled up in the most awkward looking position Sam could imagine a kid Justin's height getting into was Mark's son, asleep with his head on Mark's lap. When Sam had left Mark to do his rounds earlier, Justin had been sort of rigidly standing over by the wall, looking out the window and biting his thumb nail. This was how he was when Sam returned to monitor Mark's progress once again.
( Mark was becoming aware of the pain he was feeling, though his hand went to Justin's head to stroke his hair softly... )
RP LOG, COMPLETE
What: Progress
Where: Cardiac Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Two days after Mark's collapse
When Mark woke up in the hospital, he was understandably disoriented and confused. But he didn't have the chance to freak out. A gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder with a soft, "Take it easy, Sparky. Just take it slowly." Mark would know his twin's voice anywhere and that is what grounded him, despite the fact he was feeling pretty fucking rough. Beginning to get his bearings, he realised Sam was standing beside him with his stethoscope down the front of his gown listening to his chest. He went to move, but Sam's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Careful, you've got a trespasser on your bed," Sam warned and waited until Mark realised what he was talking about. Down towards the end of the bed, curled up in the most awkward looking position Sam could imagine a kid Justin's height getting into was Mark's son, asleep with his head on Mark's lap. When Sam had left Mark to do his rounds earlier, Justin had been sort of rigidly standing over by the wall, looking out the window and biting his thumb nail. This was how he was when Sam returned to monitor Mark's progress once again.
( Mark was becoming aware of the pain he was feeling, though his hand went to Justin's head to stroke his hair softly... )
RP LOG, COMPLETE
