Apr. 2nd, 2017
"How long has this been going on?"
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inkandleatherWho: Jace and Jesse Hartley
What: Something's coming
Where: Home, NYC
When: Saturday
Something was going on, and Jace had no idea what it was, let alone where to even begin to try and guess. He was standing in the doorway of their guest bedroom, watching Jesse carry a passed-out Merlin to the bed. Merlin was a mess. Literally. All Jace knew was that Merlin apparently got extremely drunk at some point, and that had lead to Jesse bringing him home here. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Merlin had thrown up all over himself, and Jesse had called ahead to Jace and asked him to have a change of clothes for Merlin, if he could. Jace didn't ask questions at that point. Jesse said he would be back before his birthday, but he had been delayed in South Carolina. Today was Jace's birthday, and they were only just getting back.
And he had no idea what to think, because Jesse looked like hell too. Jace stayed standing timidly in the doorway, watching Jesse undress Merlin out of the messed up clothing, clean him up a bit, and put sweat pants and long-sleeve t-shirt on him Jace had fished out of their pile of clean laundry that hadn't been put away yet. Merlin kind of regained consciousness briefly while Jesse was trying to get the job done, and proceeded to projectile puke all over the bed and the clean clothes he had just been put in, all the while bawling his eyes out. He soon passed out again.
Jace didn't know what to do to help, because Jesse hadn't asked for his help. That felt weird. Jace felt oddly like he was being left out of something, but it could just be because he hadn't been filled in yet. "I'll get a change for the bed," he said quietly, and went to the linen cupboard up the hall where he just stood there staring into it for a few minutes. His brain was skipping a few beats. He knew why he had come to the cupboard, but not sure where to get what he was looking for. Soon, he just came back with an armful of clean linen, and when he got to the room, he found Jesse sitting on the floor by the bed, sobbing his heart out. "What the fuck has happened?!" Jace finally cried, getting upset himself because he hated not understanding things, or feeling like he wasn't capable of being kept in the loop.
What: Something's coming
Where: Home, NYC
When: Saturday
Something was going on, and Jace had no idea what it was, let alone where to even begin to try and guess. He was standing in the doorway of their guest bedroom, watching Jesse carry a passed-out Merlin to the bed. Merlin was a mess. Literally. All Jace knew was that Merlin apparently got extremely drunk at some point, and that had lead to Jesse bringing him home here. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Merlin had thrown up all over himself, and Jesse had called ahead to Jace and asked him to have a change of clothes for Merlin, if he could. Jace didn't ask questions at that point. Jesse said he would be back before his birthday, but he had been delayed in South Carolina. Today was Jace's birthday, and they were only just getting back.
And he had no idea what to think, because Jesse looked like hell too. Jace stayed standing timidly in the doorway, watching Jesse undress Merlin out of the messed up clothing, clean him up a bit, and put sweat pants and long-sleeve t-shirt on him Jace had fished out of their pile of clean laundry that hadn't been put away yet. Merlin kind of regained consciousness briefly while Jesse was trying to get the job done, and proceeded to projectile puke all over the bed and the clean clothes he had just been put in, all the while bawling his eyes out. He soon passed out again.
Jace didn't know what to do to help, because Jesse hadn't asked for his help. That felt weird. Jace felt oddly like he was being left out of something, but it could just be because he hadn't been filled in yet. "I'll get a change for the bed," he said quietly, and went to the linen cupboard up the hall where he just stood there staring into it for a few minutes. His brain was skipping a few beats. He knew why he had come to the cupboard, but not sure where to get what he was looking for. Soon, he just came back with an armful of clean linen, and when he got to the room, he found Jesse sitting on the floor by the bed, sobbing his heart out. "What the fuck has happened?!" Jace finally cried, getting upset himself because he hated not understanding things, or feeling like he wasn't capable of being kept in the loop.
"A little too much."
Apr. 2nd, 2017 02:55 amaussielawyerWho: Mark Campbell with Sam briefly
What: Losing control
Where: New York City
When: Saturday
Mark had been expecting to be discharged from hospital that morning so he could get his arse home. Instead, he was having to face the horrible reality that he couldn't walk. Something started to go awry during the night. He had been in a lot of widespread pain all over his body. It was like having the worst flu, but amplifying it by about a hundred. Even before that, he had weakness through his muscles during the day. To the point Justin ended up coming in to visit him after work, and sat with him for a little while before Mark had to tell him to go home to get some sleep. The kid would have sat there all night if Mark still didn't keep his dad hat on.
It had all been warning signs. Whilst he had thought he was getting a little better, and maybe he could escape the brunt of the illness setting in, it wasn't going to happen. His legs had this unusual numbness to them. They were completely numb whereby he couldn't feel them or they lacked sensation, it just felt a lot like how your foot felt when you sat on it and it went to sleep. But all over his legs, with a prickly pins and needles sensation. But he also woke feeling like he had literally been hit by a bus. In fact, he was convinced he would feel less worse if he actually had been hit by one. Not to mention the motion-sick dizziness that zapped his appetite and made the lights feel too bright for his eyes.
( It was terrible... )
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
What: Losing control
Where: New York City
When: Saturday
Mark had been expecting to be discharged from hospital that morning so he could get his arse home. Instead, he was having to face the horrible reality that he couldn't walk. Something started to go awry during the night. He had been in a lot of widespread pain all over his body. It was like having the worst flu, but amplifying it by about a hundred. Even before that, he had weakness through his muscles during the day. To the point Justin ended up coming in to visit him after work, and sat with him for a little while before Mark had to tell him to go home to get some sleep. The kid would have sat there all night if Mark still didn't keep his dad hat on.
It had all been warning signs. Whilst he had thought he was getting a little better, and maybe he could escape the brunt of the illness setting in, it wasn't going to happen. His legs had this unusual numbness to them. They were completely numb whereby he couldn't feel them or they lacked sensation, it just felt a lot like how your foot felt when you sat on it and it went to sleep. But all over his legs, with a prickly pins and needles sensation. But he also woke feeling like he had literally been hit by a bus. In fact, he was convinced he would feel less worse if he actually had been hit by one. Not to mention the motion-sick dizziness that zapped his appetite and made the lights feel too bright for his eyes.
( It was terrible... )
NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
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muserevival | 144.5. Ten Things
Apr. 2nd, 2017 12:47 pmprivateinvestigationsTen things you want to say to someone
1. Sorry you ended up with me as a fucking twin
2. I'd literally fucking die for you
3. I think you're the best father any fucking kid could have
4. I'm fucking proud of you for what you survived
5. I hate that we lost our whole fucking lives not knowing we're brothers
6. Please never have a fucking sex injury, because this twin sense thing fucking sucks
7. If you ever need a fucking kidney, I'm there
8. Sorry I couldn't protect you from the fucking shit that still harmed you
9. We're gonna be fucking okay. Promise.
10. I fucking love you, alright?
1. Sorry you ended up with me as a fucking twin
2. I'd literally fucking die for you
3. I think you're the best father any fucking kid could have
4. I'm fucking proud of you for what you survived
5. I hate that we lost our whole fucking lives not knowing we're brothers
6. Please never have a fucking sex injury, because this twin sense thing fucking sucks
7. If you ever need a fucking kidney, I'm there
8. Sorry I couldn't protect you from the fucking shit that still harmed you
9. We're gonna be fucking okay. Promise.
10. I fucking love you, alright?
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keytomylifeWho: Miles Morrison and Liam Morgan
What: Love and support
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: Early, early Sunday morning
This was one shift Miles was so glad he was on. He and Rhys both worked long hours on the weekends, but it meant they had days off together during the week, which was really their 'weekend'. They had found such a sweet and easy rhythm together, that Miles had never once doubted their decision to try taking their relationship from friendship to dating and romance. It wasn't hard. It wasn't miserable. It wasn't a battle. They adored each other's company. And now, they were engaged to be married, and tentatively talking about their wedding. They hadn't set a date yet. Nor would they any time soon. They wanted to be living together for twelve months first, to be sure they were happy together, and could function under the one roof long-term. It wasn't a given just because they loved each other. But they both agreed they would cherish a long engagement and it would give them plenty of time to figure out what they wanted for their wedding.
You just never wanted someone you knew to be a patient. But it happened. New York might be the biggest city in the world, but it was a small world. There was lots of interconnections, and the truth of the matter was, a lot of the staff at the hospital knew each other and hence their worlds interlinked. Miles valued that. He was lucky to love both his work and home life. He was more content than he had ever been, and hadn't felt low or sad in a long time. Even on the days he missed his dad, it wasn't as desperately painful because he was more content within himself.
But he didn't forget what he once had with Liam. He and Liam were still friends now. Even if it had been rough after the break-up, they salvaged a friendship and could nurture it back to something special. So, when Miles realised that the next patient being rushed into his bay was Paxton, and Liam had come in with him and was standing in the hallway covered in blood, Miles felt sick. But he had to focus. He wanted to give Liam a hug, but Paxton was unconscious, bleeding, and covered in bruises, presenting with a head injury and suspected internal bleeding.
It was typical resus panic, with Riley and Payton in control of their team. They stabilised Paxton, and he had to be sent to surgery to stop the internal bleeding. Throughout the frenzy of working on Paxton, Darius and Andrew, the paramedics who had brought Paxton in, handed over to them that Paxton had been beaten up by a couple of assailants, and from the sounds of it, it had been because he was trying to protect Liam from something. What the fuck had happened? "Miles, can you go assess Liam?" Riley requested once Paxton was stabilised, but condition still yet to be determined by tests and scans.
Miles didn't have to be asked twice. Liam had been taken to another bay in Triage, and he was sitting there, still bloodied, white as a ghost, and shaking. He had a shock blanket wrapped around him, and a Nurse's Aid was sitting with him, holding his hand and trying to get him to have a cup of tea. "Thanks, Hallie. I can take it from here." She pulled the curtain when she was gone, and Miles pulled the chair up close near Liam. "What happened, Li? You need to tell me what happened, okay?"
What: Love and support
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: Early, early Sunday morning
This was one shift Miles was so glad he was on. He and Rhys both worked long hours on the weekends, but it meant they had days off together during the week, which was really their 'weekend'. They had found such a sweet and easy rhythm together, that Miles had never once doubted their decision to try taking their relationship from friendship to dating and romance. It wasn't hard. It wasn't miserable. It wasn't a battle. They adored each other's company. And now, they were engaged to be married, and tentatively talking about their wedding. They hadn't set a date yet. Nor would they any time soon. They wanted to be living together for twelve months first, to be sure they were happy together, and could function under the one roof long-term. It wasn't a given just because they loved each other. But they both agreed they would cherish a long engagement and it would give them plenty of time to figure out what they wanted for their wedding.
You just never wanted someone you knew to be a patient. But it happened. New York might be the biggest city in the world, but it was a small world. There was lots of interconnections, and the truth of the matter was, a lot of the staff at the hospital knew each other and hence their worlds interlinked. Miles valued that. He was lucky to love both his work and home life. He was more content than he had ever been, and hadn't felt low or sad in a long time. Even on the days he missed his dad, it wasn't as desperately painful because he was more content within himself.
But he didn't forget what he once had with Liam. He and Liam were still friends now. Even if it had been rough after the break-up, they salvaged a friendship and could nurture it back to something special. So, when Miles realised that the next patient being rushed into his bay was Paxton, and Liam had come in with him and was standing in the hallway covered in blood, Miles felt sick. But he had to focus. He wanted to give Liam a hug, but Paxton was unconscious, bleeding, and covered in bruises, presenting with a head injury and suspected internal bleeding.
It was typical resus panic, with Riley and Payton in control of their team. They stabilised Paxton, and he had to be sent to surgery to stop the internal bleeding. Throughout the frenzy of working on Paxton, Darius and Andrew, the paramedics who had brought Paxton in, handed over to them that Paxton had been beaten up by a couple of assailants, and from the sounds of it, it had been because he was trying to protect Liam from something. What the fuck had happened? "Miles, can you go assess Liam?" Riley requested once Paxton was stabilised, but condition still yet to be determined by tests and scans.
Miles didn't have to be asked twice. Liam had been taken to another bay in Triage, and he was sitting there, still bloodied, white as a ghost, and shaking. He had a shock blanket wrapped around him, and a Nurse's Aid was sitting with him, holding his hand and trying to get him to have a cup of tea. "Thanks, Hallie. I can take it from here." She pulled the curtain when she was gone, and Miles pulled the chair up close near Liam. "What happened, Li? You need to tell me what happened, okay?"