"The remedy is the experience."

[foreverfabulous]

Who: Paris Hart and Jude Willis
What: Necessary evils
Where: Oncology Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Sunday

Paris wasn't in the best of moods, but for once, it couldn't just be put down to being a bitch. Sure, he was that, but he had a valid reason to not be feeling particularly chirpy that morning. It was Sunday, and instead of being home in bed naked with his husband after a fantastic night of marital sex, he was arriving at the Oncology Unit, for another dose of chemo to commence. So far, he still had his hair. He kept checking if it was falling out, but it wasn't. He had also made Mikey put in writing that he wouldn't be all white knight and shave his head if Paris did lose his hair. He didn't want them both to looking like a badly shaved nutsack for the duration of this.

The one silver lining of all this was that Paris had a central line and didn't need a thing shoved into the same sites over and over again every time they did this. The downside was that they ran in on fluids every time along with something to try to curb the nausea he had been experiencing, so they put a new IV in his hand or arm every few days. That was how he got here, eyeing Jude off with much scrutiny while the student nurse got all his medical shit together to put a new IV in Paris' hand. Only, Paris' veins there had given him a giant Fuck You, and a vein collapsed on Jude's first shot. Then the second when he tried Paris' other hand.

Now he was telling Paris he should probably try further up the arm. It was probably protocol, but Jude was finding himself on the rude end of a bitchglare. "If you don't get it this time, I get to stab you next... in the penis. It'll be just like a Prince Albert, only with less bling. You can post a picture of it on Instagram and show all your nurse friends how much better your patient can handle a needle than you can. We can even make a duck face together and I'll up your hit count."

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[upwiththecock]

Who are Lauren Peters, Lizzy Franklin, Tara Small, Sarah Roberts and Vivienne Marks?

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[wannabesurgeon]

When your home shares your mood.

"Through the storm, we reach the shore..."

[englandrocks]

Who: Paxton Carlyle and Liam Morgan
What: On the brink of complication
Where: Paxton's puny London apartment
When: this

Paxton had been shooting for an early night after work that night. He got takeout for dinner, took a bath, and hit the sack with his iPad to read a book. He had a lot on his mind before he even checked Facebook and saw Liam's post. He could never have anticipated what Liam said to him next, though. It was a shock, and now Paxotn had no idea how he was supposed to feel about it all. It didn't stop his deep care and affection for his BFF. He understood Liam's struggles and pain... but would something like this complicate it into realms neither of them knew how to handle?

Still, Liam needed him, so he got up and shoved his feet into his slippers and hiked the heat up just a little, seeing as Liam had been out walking in the rain. He was waiting for him when he arrived, the kettle already boiled and the tea brewing, complete with some of the apple pie he had left over heated up for them to have with their tea. Fuck, would he do anything to help Liam, but was this taking it too far? What if it made everything worse? Especially when Paxton had already told Liam he wasn't going to New York to try the modelling gig if Liam didn't go back too.

Liam came, and even though he had on a long coat and had an umbrella, he was still cold. Paxton held his arms around for a hug, and Liam accepted it. "You really know how to throw a guy a curve ball, you know that?"

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[letyourcolorsburst]

"All that meat and no potatoes."

[everythingdesigner]

Who: Tristan Hewitt and Caden Drake
What: Juggling act
Where: Tristan's home, Fifth Avenue
When: Monday morning

Tristan felt like he didn't have enough hours in the day right now. Usually, he didn't mind Mondays, and usually he was an easy early riser because he did yoga every morning before work. That wasn't a fitness regime for him, that was about inner peace, and that was just part of his life, and also his chosen spirituality. His schedule for this week was absolutely nuts, so he had planned to wake up at 4.30am to get a head-start. Not only did he have a crazy work schedule, but he and Caden had clearly had a moment of nuts when they decided to invite their families to their place for Thanksgiving dinner that week. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was a huge step in their relationship, bringing their families together.

Now, up at the fucking crack of dawn, standing in the kitchen in his pyjama pants and looking at the growing shopping list, he was wondering what the fuck he had gotten them into. For one, this had been planned before Paris fell seriously sick, and ultimately diagnosed with a brain tumour. It was also before Gen had to fly to Australia urgently. Tristan was left completely holding the reigns at FABULOUS and even if he didn't like to fold at any challenge, he was feeling exhausted and bewildered staring at his shopping list. He wasn't even usually a coffee drinker, but a half-spent cup was sitting on the counter by his iPad. It wasn't even touching how tired he felt that morning, and he was struggling to find much to be thankful about that week.