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"Your mother should know."
Oct. 1st, 2015 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thankfuckforlifeWho: Richie Jameson, Adrian Hewitt and Karla Jameson
What: That awkward moment where you're a hemophiliac
Where: Hospital, Monaco
When: Wednesday afternoon
Richie had gone and fucked up by forgetting to tell Adrian he had hemophilia. It wasn't, at all, intentional. Richie wasn't one of those dickheads who kept secrets that important, and he should have remembered to give Adrian a warning. Instead, what happened was that when Richie wasn't feeling well and had been throwing up, he just happened to have one particularly forceful got at hugging the toilet bowl and next thing he knew, he was throwing up blood. Which completely freaked Adrian out. Like, he almost certainly had a full-on panic attack that Richie was dying.
Luckily, Richie did manage to explain and stayed calm, despite feeling poorly. He told Adrian he needed to get to a hospital urgently, but once he was there, they would know what to do to treat him. He carried international Medic Alert details on him, and being the age of the internet, the hospital here could get his medical records from New York. Which is exactly what happened.
Richie was started on clotting factor replacement therapy, but the bleeding kept going for a little while still. Not just puking it, but his nose was bleeding too. It was all extremely unpleasant for him to go through, but probably absolutely horrific for Adrian to witness without warning. Luckily, the treatment started to ease the bleeds and they were monitoring him closely to see if he needed a blood transfusion too. The hospital was fucking immaculate. It was like a five star hotel. He had his own room, a huge TV. It was unbelievable.
When Adrian asked him if he really did want him to fly his mom in for him, Richie had just told him he was joking and it was fine. He had left a message for her on her phone, with his grandparents, and at her work so she would get it as soon as she could. She had called him up, but he had no idea that Adrian was going to turn around and fly her in anyway. Adrian had gone to get a coffee, and Richie was lying in the hospital bed waiting for the treatment to run its course like he had many a time before, completely and utterly oblivious.
What: That awkward moment where you're a hemophiliac
Where: Hospital, Monaco
When: Wednesday afternoon
Richie had gone and fucked up by forgetting to tell Adrian he had hemophilia. It wasn't, at all, intentional. Richie wasn't one of those dickheads who kept secrets that important, and he should have remembered to give Adrian a warning. Instead, what happened was that when Richie wasn't feeling well and had been throwing up, he just happened to have one particularly forceful got at hugging the toilet bowl and next thing he knew, he was throwing up blood. Which completely freaked Adrian out. Like, he almost certainly had a full-on panic attack that Richie was dying.
Luckily, Richie did manage to explain and stayed calm, despite feeling poorly. He told Adrian he needed to get to a hospital urgently, but once he was there, they would know what to do to treat him. He carried international Medic Alert details on him, and being the age of the internet, the hospital here could get his medical records from New York. Which is exactly what happened.
Richie was started on clotting factor replacement therapy, but the bleeding kept going for a little while still. Not just puking it, but his nose was bleeding too. It was all extremely unpleasant for him to go through, but probably absolutely horrific for Adrian to witness without warning. Luckily, the treatment started to ease the bleeds and they were monitoring him closely to see if he needed a blood transfusion too. The hospital was fucking immaculate. It was like a five star hotel. He had his own room, a huge TV. It was unbelievable.
When Adrian asked him if he really did want him to fly his mom in for him, Richie had just told him he was joking and it was fine. He had left a message for her on her phone, with his grandparents, and at her work so she would get it as soon as she could. She had called him up, but he had no idea that Adrian was going to turn around and fly her in anyway. Adrian had gone to get a coffee, and Richie was lying in the hospital bed waiting for the treatment to run its course like he had many a time before, completely and utterly oblivious.