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"Sorry seems to be the hardest word."
May. 26th, 2016 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breakableheartsWho: Sam and Mark Campbell
What: Aftermath... again
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: After THIS
Sam was shaken to the core because he knew that if he had been just moments later getting up to that roof, Justin would have jumped. The poor kid would have committed suicide right there in the middle of Broadway. They had all been here before. Only this time, there was a feeling of deep betrayal because the theatre was supposed to be a a safe place for Justin. There was a door at the back of the theatre that lead to stairs up to the rooftop. There was nothing special about the roof, and the access was usually only used for maintenance, and was supposed to be kept locked. That was where everything had gone horribly wrong.
The normal janitor was away on leave because his wife was having a baby. A friendly guy who Justin liked and chatted to often. He knew the exit to the roof needed to be locked at all time, and he knew why. It was something Caden had drilled into the theatre owners. As long as Footloose was running there, the door needed to be locked when it wasn't in use. But the casual janitor took it upon himself to leave it open so he didn't need to keep locking and unlocking it to sweep it. It could have had horrific consequences.
Sam knew Mark was angry at him. It wasn't easy for Sam to be the scapegoat, but Mark needed something - anything - to be angry at for this. Because it was supposed to have been a night Sam picked Justin up from the theatre when Mark stayed back at work to complete paperwork after a full day in court, Sam was copping the blame. Sam sat down in one of the chairs in Justin's hospital room with a sigh. Mark was there, looking over his sleeping son. Sam knew his twin was barely holding back the tears. Justin had been given a shot of Ativan by the paramedics, which settled him right down. The suicidal thoughts were still there, though. Nathan made the decision to sedate him for the night. There had been some attempts to get Justin to talk about what was upsetting him, but his thoughts were clearly racing and he wasn't making any rational sense.
Mental illness could be an awful thing, and it was crippling to see a kid as sweet as Justin so incapacitated with it at times. When he was good, he was really good, but when he wasn't, things were hard. "I did everything I could, mate. I'm sorry."
What: Aftermath... again
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: After THIS
Sam was shaken to the core because he knew that if he had been just moments later getting up to that roof, Justin would have jumped. The poor kid would have committed suicide right there in the middle of Broadway. They had all been here before. Only this time, there was a feeling of deep betrayal because the theatre was supposed to be a a safe place for Justin. There was a door at the back of the theatre that lead to stairs up to the rooftop. There was nothing special about the roof, and the access was usually only used for maintenance, and was supposed to be kept locked. That was where everything had gone horribly wrong.
The normal janitor was away on leave because his wife was having a baby. A friendly guy who Justin liked and chatted to often. He knew the exit to the roof needed to be locked at all time, and he knew why. It was something Caden had drilled into the theatre owners. As long as Footloose was running there, the door needed to be locked when it wasn't in use. But the casual janitor took it upon himself to leave it open so he didn't need to keep locking and unlocking it to sweep it. It could have had horrific consequences.
Sam knew Mark was angry at him. It wasn't easy for Sam to be the scapegoat, but Mark needed something - anything - to be angry at for this. Because it was supposed to have been a night Sam picked Justin up from the theatre when Mark stayed back at work to complete paperwork after a full day in court, Sam was copping the blame. Sam sat down in one of the chairs in Justin's hospital room with a sigh. Mark was there, looking over his sleeping son. Sam knew his twin was barely holding back the tears. Justin had been given a shot of Ativan by the paramedics, which settled him right down. The suicidal thoughts were still there, though. Nathan made the decision to sedate him for the night. There had been some attempts to get Justin to talk about what was upsetting him, but his thoughts were clearly racing and he wasn't making any rational sense.
Mental illness could be an awful thing, and it was crippling to see a kid as sweet as Justin so incapacitated with it at times. When he was good, he was really good, but when he wasn't, things were hard. "I did everything I could, mate. I'm sorry."
