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"Sometimes everything is wrong."
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bornforbroadwayWho: Scott Morgan and Miles Morrison
What: Shocked
Where: Critical Care Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Wednesday night
In the whole time Scott had his lead Broadway role, he hadn't take leave once. It wasn't because he was a workaholic, it was simply because he hadn't needed it. Things had been relatively smooth, all things considered. They had weathered the dark times, and made it through. Even Harley, who had been seriously sick on and off since childhood, had been having a stretch of his illnesses being on the down-low.
That was why Scott was sitting here by Liam's hospital bed, shocked and numb. The phone call had come through from Miles while Scott had been performing, but he got the message after the curtain call. He hadn't dealt well. It came as such an emotional blow, that he was physically sick, barely making it to the staff bathroom backstage before he was violently ill. Then he got angry. It wasn't a fair response at all, but he had always been the sort to internalise shit. He was the cool, calm and collected sibling of the bunch. Laidback, water off a duck's back and all that. But he was so angry at Liam... for all of five minutes, give or take.
Then he got his shit together and came to the hospital. And it wasn't looking good. This wasn't like last time. Liam wasn't living with Scott, and he hadn't been there to intercept. They knew Liam had been off-kilter, but they had all assumed it was Damien coming back and then his decision to split with Miles. Then Miles started dating again. Though, no one could really know what it was that pushed Liam over the edge. That was always the hardest part about suicide. You couldn't walk in their shoes.
He had lost track how long he had been sitting here just looking at Liam in the bed. All the tubes, all the wires, goddamnit. They should never have been back here. They couldn't even give good prognosis. Truth was, this time, he might have succeeded. Scott was going through a weird premature grief process. He had been sitting there alone, crying for however long. He was only just managing to pull himself together, but it still ached inside. Like it would never stop. This was his baby brother. He should never have felt pain like this.
What: Shocked
Where: Critical Care Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Wednesday night
In the whole time Scott had his lead Broadway role, he hadn't take leave once. It wasn't because he was a workaholic, it was simply because he hadn't needed it. Things had been relatively smooth, all things considered. They had weathered the dark times, and made it through. Even Harley, who had been seriously sick on and off since childhood, had been having a stretch of his illnesses being on the down-low.
That was why Scott was sitting here by Liam's hospital bed, shocked and numb. The phone call had come through from Miles while Scott had been performing, but he got the message after the curtain call. He hadn't dealt well. It came as such an emotional blow, that he was physically sick, barely making it to the staff bathroom backstage before he was violently ill. Then he got angry. It wasn't a fair response at all, but he had always been the sort to internalise shit. He was the cool, calm and collected sibling of the bunch. Laidback, water off a duck's back and all that. But he was so angry at Liam... for all of five minutes, give or take.
Then he got his shit together and came to the hospital. And it wasn't looking good. This wasn't like last time. Liam wasn't living with Scott, and he hadn't been there to intercept. They knew Liam had been off-kilter, but they had all assumed it was Damien coming back and then his decision to split with Miles. Then Miles started dating again. Though, no one could really know what it was that pushed Liam over the edge. That was always the hardest part about suicide. You couldn't walk in their shoes.
He had lost track how long he had been sitting here just looking at Liam in the bed. All the tubes, all the wires, goddamnit. They should never have been back here. They couldn't even give good prognosis. Truth was, this time, he might have succeeded. Scott was going through a weird premature grief process. He had been sitting there alone, crying for however long. He was only just managing to pull himself together, but it still ached inside. Like it would never stop. This was his baby brother. He should never have felt pain like this.