Jun. 4th, 2016
[GIFT DELIVERY] to Justin @ Four Winds
Jun. 4th, 2016 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valuetosurvival
with a note...
Justin,
I know you're probably not feeling up to visitors right now, and that's okay. I just wanted you to know that I love you, and I'm thinking about you, and all you have to do is say the word, and I'll be there.
Love you,
Will
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muserevival | 121.6. Picture
Jun. 4th, 2016 03:17 pmlikefatherlikesonHERE @ muserevival
Picture: Blood
On the TV in his hospital, the telethon was replaying and Justin was on the screen singing a cover of Florence + The Machine's Shake It Out. It was what he finished his set with, but he wasn't paying attention to it.
It wasn't a randomly selected song. There was more meaning to it than he could put into words for anyone to understand. His self-harming wasn't publicly known, and neither was the fact he was a child sexual abuse survivor. He had he gone public with a lot of his demons, but he couldn't talk about these. It was bad enough that he was judged for having a mental illness. His blue eyes were locked on the cannula inserted in the back of his hand and his fingers were working to peel back the clear film holding it in place. He looked up at the door, seeing a couple of nurses pass by. With one sharp yank at the sticky opsite, he roughly pulled it off his hand and the cannula was dislodged. Blood started to seep down the back of his hand to his wrist, but he held the needle up, looking at the sharp tip.
( From where he had been sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, he got up and grabbed his IV pole with multiple fluid bags hanging from it... )
muserevivalPicture: Blood
On the TV in his hospital, the telethon was replaying and Justin was on the screen singing a cover of Florence + The Machine's Shake It Out. It was what he finished his set with, but he wasn't paying attention to it.
It wasn't a randomly selected song. There was more meaning to it than he could put into words for anyone to understand. His self-harming wasn't publicly known, and neither was the fact he was a child sexual abuse survivor. He had he gone public with a lot of his demons, but he couldn't talk about these. It was bad enough that he was judged for having a mental illness. His blue eyes were locked on the cannula inserted in the back of his hand and his fingers were working to peel back the clear film holding it in place. He looked up at the door, seeing a couple of nurses pass by. With one sharp yank at the sticky opsite, he roughly pulled it off his hand and the cannula was dislodged. Blood started to seep down the back of his hand to his wrist, but he held the needle up, looking at the sharp tip.
( From where he had been sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, he got up and grabbed his IV pole with multiple fluid bags hanging from it... )
[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Caden @ deepinmysoul
Jun. 4th, 2016 03:26 pmaussielawyerWould you be okay if Justin takes a leave of absence for a few weeks? I'm getting him admitted to Four Winds. We can't get him stable and he keeps self-harming. We're going to lose him if we don't intervene ASAP.
[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Will @ valuetosurvival
Jun. 4th, 2016 03:39 pmaussielawyerWill, mate, Justin's hurt himself again. We're getting him admitted to a hospital for young people with mental health issues. It's a place that has a lot of involved of family and loved ones in the treatment process, and I know he'll want you included. If you think you could be up to it. It's okay if you're too overwhelmed. I know all this is really hard.
@ muserevival | 121.1. Lyrics
Jun. 4th, 2016 09:14 pmaussielawyerHERE @ muserevival
"So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we'll be alright"
• Ghosts That We Knew, Mumford & Sons
Mark was so sure he was keeping his shit together, all things considered. No, he wasn't dealing with anything in a perfect way. Panic had turned into anger, likely misdirected, but he was still too emotionally fired up and taxed to pause and step back just yet. There were things that needed to be done, step-by-step. He was a highly successful attorney, he did this step-by-step shit second nature. It was possibly the only way he could keep his shit together.
He was in his sports car, en-route to Westchester to the adolescent mental health facility, Four Winds. He needed to make sure everything was in place for his son's transfer up there. Keeping his finger on the procedural pulse, attending to paperwork, making sure all the i's were dotted and the t's were crossed. He was Justin's father, this was his job. It had to be done, and urgently. If it wasn't, Justin was going to complete. Mark had this horrible sick weight in his gut about that. It was just near impossible to talk about, because when he merely thought about it, he choked up and wanted to vomit.
( Only just managing to drive right by countless bars and liquor stores, Mark kept his mind focused on the road and getting up to Westchester... )
muserevival"So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we'll be alright"
• Ghosts That We Knew, Mumford & Sons
Mark was so sure he was keeping his shit together, all things considered. No, he wasn't dealing with anything in a perfect way. Panic had turned into anger, likely misdirected, but he was still too emotionally fired up and taxed to pause and step back just yet. There were things that needed to be done, step-by-step. He was a highly successful attorney, he did this step-by-step shit second nature. It was possibly the only way he could keep his shit together.
He was in his sports car, en-route to Westchester to the adolescent mental health facility, Four Winds. He needed to make sure everything was in place for his son's transfer up there. Keeping his finger on the procedural pulse, attending to paperwork, making sure all the i's were dotted and the t's were crossed. He was Justin's father, this was his job. It had to be done, and urgently. If it wasn't, Justin was going to complete. Mark had this horrible sick weight in his gut about that. It was just near impossible to talk about, because when he merely thought about it, he choked up and wanted to vomit.
( Only just managing to drive right by countless bars and liquor stores, Mark kept his mind focused on the road and getting up to Westchester... )