dreamlikenewyork | Dec. 27th, 2016

Dec. 27th, 2016

Who: Paxton Carlyle with Trent Lamont
What: Matter of life or death
Where: FABULOUS Studios, NYC
When: Day after Christmas

Right about now, Paxton was severely doubting his decision to take this modelling contract. It was the day after Christmas at what felt like the arse crack of dawn, trying to pretend he was a model because this shoot needed to be in the first issue up in the New Year. But you didn't just take fashion photos and be done. Hundreds of the fuckers were taken so they could made sure they got the best shots that showcased the designers' work. This was a spread, so Paxton was the one model modelling a range of designers in one theme. At least this one wasn't outside like the one he did before Christmas and nearly froze his fucking nuts off. It was true, this modelling thing wasn't glamorous... not by a long shot.

This wasn't the first time Paxton had worked with Guy. Most of the jobs Charlotte had booked him had been Guy. She had told him before he signed that Guy was the best in the business, but he was also a gigantic bitch and extremely serious about his art. Thankfully for Paxton, he got along like a house on fire with Guy. Probably because he didn't question him and he wasn't a bitchy model trying to tell him how to do his job. He just did whatever Guy directed, got in and got the job done. It made it easier for both of them.

That day, however, there was a new face with Guy. He introduced him as Trent, his new Assistant Photographer. At first, Paxton thought that meant his Assistant, but it was obvious Paxton was actually there to help Guy take the photographs. Sure, Guy had been advising him along the way of the sorts of shorts he wanted, and Trent was using much of Guy's vast equipment, but he was definitely a photographer in his own right. Guy left him to it a few times to take business calls while Trent continued to work. It made sense. Guy was in incredibly high demand. Of course he needed helpers. Paxton knew, however, that Guy did all his own editing and didn't hand it over to staff like some photographers, so it said a lot about how high Guy held Trent's work in regard to have employed him.

( When they came back after a brief break for Paxton to have a drink of water to stay hydrated and the makeup artist to attack him again with touch-ups, and the hairdresser to style his hair in a different way completely, Guy was briefing Trent again... )

NARRATIVE, COMPLETE

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Who: Paxton Carlyle and Liam Morgan
What: BFF moral support
Where: Mount Sinai, New York
When: After this

Paxton came to the hospital after Trent was taken away in an ambulance, stable but still unconscious. The paramedics had praised Paxton for his quick-thinking and rapid CPR to revive Trent, but no one could know at that point what was wrong with him. The paramedics pricked his finger to check his blood sugar in case he was diabetic, but it was normal. His blood pressure was so low, they needed to put the cuff around his ankle to get an accurate reading. Trent was white, sweating, and shivering so they wrapped him in a shock blanket and loaded him onto the gurney. Guy went with him, being his boss. According to Guy, Trent had family in New York and he was going to get in touch with them as soon as he could.

Still, Paxton just felt like he had to come here to support him. Trent was a friggen stranger, but here he was, sitting in the ER waiting room with his phone cupped in his palms. He had sent Liam a text, but there had been no response. When he tried to ask the receptionist if she could call Liam for him, she told him Liam was currently in the OR in the middle of the procedure but could leave a message for him. Paxton just asked her if the message could be that Liam call him when he was able, and let him know he was in the ER. He didn't want to freak Liam out. It was only after that he realised he message sounded like he was the patient, but he didn't want to waste her time getting her to call and leave an amended message.

He knew he wouldn't have a chance in hell of getting any information about Trent. He hoped Liam might be able to get some vague secondhand information. Paxton didn't know if Guy was still here or not. Mostly, he was just sitting there feeling useless and worrying that something might be seriously wrong with Trent. What if he died anyway? Had Paxton done enough? What if he hadn't remotely done enough? He was shaken and didn't know what more he could do than just sit there and wait."

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