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Who: Miles Morrison and Casper Price
What: When you understand what a broken heart feels like
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Morning after THIS
Triage shifts were always mental. Last night was no exception. Miles was exhausted and did need to eventually get home to sleep, but he had something he needed to do before he left the hospital. The night before, bright and bubbly TV personality, Casper Price, had passed his Triage desk. Miles knew of Casper, of course, but he had never met him. Not even with Caden being one of Rhys' bosses now. What he did know - via Rhys - was that Caden and Casper had split up, only just before the news went public. Most had been sad for them, but there were the typical hemorrhoids hanging off the wanker brigade bus of the world who were making stupid comments like 'It was never going to last' and 'Too much of an age different to ever work'. Judgemental fucks. Love was love, and where there was love, there was a hell of a lot of pain when it ended. Miles knew that all too well.
That was why he needed to check in on Casper to see how he was doing. Casper had presented to the ER via a cab with a crippling headache that was causing photophobia, nausea, and vomiting. On the face of it, some may pass it off as migraine, but medically, it wasn't the classic presentation. The pain was more excruciating than a migraine, and considering Casper's recent history with aneurysm, it was quickly classified a urgent case. After the initial examination, Casper was handed over to the doctor, ASAP, and Miles got swallowed up in his continuous flood of patients to assess that night.
He had just spoken to Riley now at the end of their shift, and Riley confirmed that there was no relapse of aneurysm and no bleeding on the brain. In fact, Casper's CT and MRI had come back clear. What they ultimately deduced was that Casper's crippling head pain had been an aftermath of having suffered an aneurysm that had been treated by coiling, and headaches such as this could flare up in aneurysm patients and could keep recurring for for months, or even years. It was possible recent stress has exacerbated the severity, or it was possible the brain just worked in mysterious ways and now, a little down the train, Casper's head was just reminding him he had a near miss.
Either way, he poor guy had been really ill when Miles had seen him. He wasn't confused or losing consciousness, but the pain had incapacitated his functioning across the board. It made him dizzy, unsteady and sick. The vomiting had been severe. Casper was vomiting all over himself when Miles got to him to examine him. He thought maybe he had a head injury, but there had been no visible signs of it, and Casper confirmed he hadn't had one. He passed the neurological exam. No one needed to be a doctor at that point to know Casper was in pain and feeling horribly sick. Miles realised he was feeling alone on top of that when Casper begged him not to call Caden. It hurt. Miles knew how that felt. But he still stayed professional and did his job. It wasn't about him.
Riley had treated Casper with some strong painkillers and meds to stop the nausea, and put him on some IV fluids, admitting him overnight for observation. Miles located the room number and after clocking off his shift, went straight up to check on the poor guy. Casper was awake when he got there, only barely. Miles didn't want to intrude on him and linger. "Hey," he greeted him softly, coming into the room to stand by his bedside. "You're looking a little better than I last saw you. I just wanted to come check in on you, see how you were going."
What: When you understand what a broken heart feels like
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Morning after THIS
Triage shifts were always mental. Last night was no exception. Miles was exhausted and did need to eventually get home to sleep, but he had something he needed to do before he left the hospital. The night before, bright and bubbly TV personality, Casper Price, had passed his Triage desk. Miles knew of Casper, of course, but he had never met him. Not even with Caden being one of Rhys' bosses now. What he did know - via Rhys - was that Caden and Casper had split up, only just before the news went public. Most had been sad for them, but there were the typical hemorrhoids hanging off the wanker brigade bus of the world who were making stupid comments like 'It was never going to last' and 'Too much of an age different to ever work'. Judgemental fucks. Love was love, and where there was love, there was a hell of a lot of pain when it ended. Miles knew that all too well.
That was why he needed to check in on Casper to see how he was doing. Casper had presented to the ER via a cab with a crippling headache that was causing photophobia, nausea, and vomiting. On the face of it, some may pass it off as migraine, but medically, it wasn't the classic presentation. The pain was more excruciating than a migraine, and considering Casper's recent history with aneurysm, it was quickly classified a urgent case. After the initial examination, Casper was handed over to the doctor, ASAP, and Miles got swallowed up in his continuous flood of patients to assess that night.
He had just spoken to Riley now at the end of their shift, and Riley confirmed that there was no relapse of aneurysm and no bleeding on the brain. In fact, Casper's CT and MRI had come back clear. What they ultimately deduced was that Casper's crippling head pain had been an aftermath of having suffered an aneurysm that had been treated by coiling, and headaches such as this could flare up in aneurysm patients and could keep recurring for for months, or even years. It was possible recent stress has exacerbated the severity, or it was possible the brain just worked in mysterious ways and now, a little down the train, Casper's head was just reminding him he had a near miss.
Either way, he poor guy had been really ill when Miles had seen him. He wasn't confused or losing consciousness, but the pain had incapacitated his functioning across the board. It made him dizzy, unsteady and sick. The vomiting had been severe. Casper was vomiting all over himself when Miles got to him to examine him. He thought maybe he had a head injury, but there had been no visible signs of it, and Casper confirmed he hadn't had one. He passed the neurological exam. No one needed to be a doctor at that point to know Casper was in pain and feeling horribly sick. Miles realised he was feeling alone on top of that when Casper begged him not to call Caden. It hurt. Miles knew how that felt. But he still stayed professional and did his job. It wasn't about him.
Riley had treated Casper with some strong painkillers and meds to stop the nausea, and put him on some IV fluids, admitting him overnight for observation. Miles located the room number and after clocking off his shift, went straight up to check on the poor guy. Casper was awake when he got there, only barely. Miles didn't want to intrude on him and linger. "Hey," he greeted him softly, coming into the room to stand by his bedside. "You're looking a little better than I last saw you. I just wanted to come check in on you, see how you were going."