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Dec. 29th, 2016
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privateinvestigationsWho: Clint Chevalier and Kip Pryor
What: Helping hand and all that fucking jazz
Where: Home, NY
When: Now
Clint didn't think he would find himself following in Euan's footsteps, but here he was... sitting with a stupid fucking kid who had gone and gotten hooked on the hard stuff, trying to get him through detoxing. At first, he thought Kip might have just been mid-range on the addiction, but as soon as he saw how severe the kid was detoxing, he knew there was way more to this story than met the eye. He didn't know a hell of a lot about the kid. It was more just knowing him through other people. Clint was now getting a more direct understanding of what Euan went through with Noah, and why he wanted to help him. Noah's case was in the severe end of near certain-death. That was even more evident now with him on life support, barely hanging by a thread.
Kip's situation was a lot different, though both kids got to where they were by traumatic events. Trauma was a fucking cruel bitch. She took poor kids hostage and made them her bitch. This was where it led to. Clint made the executive decision to bring Kip home, and told Garrett to move on. He could wait it out away from Kip, who wasn't in any sort of condition to play the happy family nurse maid game. As soon as the aggression began to come out, Garrett would cop it because Kip didn't know him well enough for his irrational brain to prove trust to him. Kip didn't know Clint well enough, either, but his cock wasn't anywhere near Clint's, so it removed that messy complexity of feelings from the situation.
There was nothing glamorous about withdrawing from hard drugs. That was why Clint was standing just outside the open bathroom door in the hallway while Kip puked and shat his brains out. That was exactly what detox was. The body trying to rid itself from toxins, whilst desperately screaming out for a hit, and setting a multitude of bodily functions into overdrive. Clint wouldn't let the bathroom door be shut in case Kip keel over. That was another thing. No matter how young, it could put you at risk of heart or stroke just because of how hard the body was working.
It sounded like Kip hit a breather. At least, as much of once as he could. "You alright in there, kid? I'll take you out for a smoke when you're done."
What: Helping hand and all that fucking jazz
Where: Home, NY
When: Now
Clint didn't think he would find himself following in Euan's footsteps, but here he was... sitting with a stupid fucking kid who had gone and gotten hooked on the hard stuff, trying to get him through detoxing. At first, he thought Kip might have just been mid-range on the addiction, but as soon as he saw how severe the kid was detoxing, he knew there was way more to this story than met the eye. He didn't know a hell of a lot about the kid. It was more just knowing him through other people. Clint was now getting a more direct understanding of what Euan went through with Noah, and why he wanted to help him. Noah's case was in the severe end of near certain-death. That was even more evident now with him on life support, barely hanging by a thread.
Kip's situation was a lot different, though both kids got to where they were by traumatic events. Trauma was a fucking cruel bitch. She took poor kids hostage and made them her bitch. This was where it led to. Clint made the executive decision to bring Kip home, and told Garrett to move on. He could wait it out away from Kip, who wasn't in any sort of condition to play the happy family nurse maid game. As soon as the aggression began to come out, Garrett would cop it because Kip didn't know him well enough for his irrational brain to prove trust to him. Kip didn't know Clint well enough, either, but his cock wasn't anywhere near Clint's, so it removed that messy complexity of feelings from the situation.
There was nothing glamorous about withdrawing from hard drugs. That was why Clint was standing just outside the open bathroom door in the hallway while Kip puked and shat his brains out. That was exactly what detox was. The body trying to rid itself from toxins, whilst desperately screaming out for a hit, and setting a multitude of bodily functions into overdrive. Clint wouldn't let the bathroom door be shut in case Kip keel over. That was another thing. No matter how young, it could put you at risk of heart or stroke just because of how hard the body was working.
It sounded like Kip hit a breather. At least, as much of once as he could. "You alright in there, kid? I'll take you out for a smoke when you're done."
"A family is what you make it."
Dec. 29th, 2016 01:34 pmphotographicallyWho: Trent Lamont and Angela Ashwood
What: Family time
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Evening after Trent's admission
Trent had a little doctor teddy bear sitting in his lap, which he was studying closely. Not only had Paxton brought him flowers to cheer his room up, but he had his friend, Liam, drop in before his shift to deliver this bear to him to cheer him up. Turned out Liam was just was kind and sweet as Paxton was, also with the same hot accent. For all the pain and sickness he was feeling, Paxton's gestured had certainly gone a long way in putting a smile on his face despite. All that after he valiantly saved his life too.
This whole situation was a bitch, and far from how he wanted to be spending his first days in New York, but what could he do? He was sick and he just had to deal with it until the medicine did its thing and got him better. He was actually facing a surgery at the moment. Again, a shitty situation. He had been scared he was going to lose his job falling ill the first week of it. But Guy had come by to check on him, and reassured him the job would be waiting for him when he was better and back on his feet.
Trent picked up his phone and looked at it. Paxton had asked him if he was on Facebook, but Trent had to confess he had ditched social media quite some time ago after being cyber-bullied. Paxton understood, but said if he ever got back on, to add him so they could stay in touch. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he just put Facebook back on and locked his account right down to private...?
What: Family time
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Evening after Trent's admission
Trent had a little doctor teddy bear sitting in his lap, which he was studying closely. Not only had Paxton brought him flowers to cheer his room up, but he had his friend, Liam, drop in before his shift to deliver this bear to him to cheer him up. Turned out Liam was just was kind and sweet as Paxton was, also with the same hot accent. For all the pain and sickness he was feeling, Paxton's gestured had certainly gone a long way in putting a smile on his face despite. All that after he valiantly saved his life too.
This whole situation was a bitch, and far from how he wanted to be spending his first days in New York, but what could he do? He was sick and he just had to deal with it until the medicine did its thing and got him better. He was actually facing a surgery at the moment. Again, a shitty situation. He had been scared he was going to lose his job falling ill the first week of it. But Guy had come by to check on him, and reassured him the job would be waiting for him when he was better and back on his feet.
Trent picked up his phone and looked at it. Paxton had asked him if he was on Facebook, but Trent had to confess he had ditched social media quite some time ago after being cyber-bullied. Paxton understood, but said if he ever got back on, to add him so they could stay in touch. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he just put Facebook back on and locked his account right down to private...?
"Full of sickness and pain to show you."
Dec. 29th, 2016 01:47 pmlondonbitchWho: Zander Carlyle and Paris Hart
What: Oncology blues
Where: Oncology Ward, Mount Sinai
When: Wednesday night
Zander hadn't expected to start work at Mount Sinai until the New Year. He had been offered the job, and sent all the paperwork back, and had been going to have his orientation in the New Year. However, apparently the holidays brought a staff shortage of nurses, so he received a call literally when he was in-transit to New York ask if he would be interested in starting sooner. He went in on Christmas night and did his first shift, hitting the ground running.
It suited him fine. He loved being a nurse, and he loved helping people with what he did. He didn't have a family of his own, so he was in a prime position to offer himself up for more shifts. Pax was here, but they could fit each other in around work commitments. That night, Zander could have done without being called into work, however, because Pax was shaken up after the whole saving the dude's life business. Zander wanted to debrief with him, but Pax told him he was okay and had been talking to Liam about it. Besides, the guy was in a stable condition now, and Pax was just glad he didn't die.
So, Zander accepted a shift again that night. His first patient up was an emergency admission of a chemo patient who was on a chemo break that week, but hadn't managed to bounce back to rest his body. It happened. Chemo was awful. Zander remembered this with Lewis. Every time he had a 'break', he ended up just as sick as if he was on a round. Only, this patient was different. Zander was asked to sign a strict confidentiality agreement because the person was a high profile celebrity - Paris Hart.
Holy shit. Suddenly, Zander felt like he was nursing in the big leagues. Reading Paris' medical records as he was handed him over for that shift, he understood why the confidentiality contract was vital. He went into Paris, ready to finish up the admission after he had been transferred from the ER.
"Paris? My name's Zander. I'm your nurse for the nightshift tonight. Your husband brought you in because you've had trouble easing the vomiting tonight?" he checked, pulling up a stool to sit beside Paris. "How's the nausea and pain now, on the one to ten scale?"
What: Oncology blues
Where: Oncology Ward, Mount Sinai
When: Wednesday night
Zander hadn't expected to start work at Mount Sinai until the New Year. He had been offered the job, and sent all the paperwork back, and had been going to have his orientation in the New Year. However, apparently the holidays brought a staff shortage of nurses, so he received a call literally when he was in-transit to New York ask if he would be interested in starting sooner. He went in on Christmas night and did his first shift, hitting the ground running.
It suited him fine. He loved being a nurse, and he loved helping people with what he did. He didn't have a family of his own, so he was in a prime position to offer himself up for more shifts. Pax was here, but they could fit each other in around work commitments. That night, Zander could have done without being called into work, however, because Pax was shaken up after the whole saving the dude's life business. Zander wanted to debrief with him, but Pax told him he was okay and had been talking to Liam about it. Besides, the guy was in a stable condition now, and Pax was just glad he didn't die.
So, Zander accepted a shift again that night. His first patient up was an emergency admission of a chemo patient who was on a chemo break that week, but hadn't managed to bounce back to rest his body. It happened. Chemo was awful. Zander remembered this with Lewis. Every time he had a 'break', he ended up just as sick as if he was on a round. Only, this patient was different. Zander was asked to sign a strict confidentiality agreement because the person was a high profile celebrity - Paris Hart.
Holy shit. Suddenly, Zander felt like he was nursing in the big leagues. Reading Paris' medical records as he was handed him over for that shift, he understood why the confidentiality contract was vital. He went into Paris, ready to finish up the admission after he had been transferred from the ER.
"Paris? My name's Zander. I'm your nurse for the nightshift tonight. Your husband brought you in because you've had trouble easing the vomiting tonight?" he checked, pulling up a stool to sit beside Paris. "How's the nausea and pain now, on the one to ten scale?"
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