Jul. 28th, 2017

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Who: Sasha Stanford and Gen Hart
What: Fear and fatigue
Where: ICU, Mount Sinai
When: After this

“WHY ARE YOU FUCKING MAKING HIM MORE SICK? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING HIM!” It wasn’t anger that had Sasha exploding in the middle of a hospital corridor, it was sheer terror. He didn’t understand why this was happening, and he was so terrified and panicked that Justin would die, he wasn’t coping well with anything.

It hadn’t helped that he spent the day in bed with a migraine. He was still there when Justin’s nana came through to wake him up to tell him what happened. Justin was sick. He had collapsed on stage during curtain call of the second show for the day and was rushed to hospital. His head had still been pounding, feeling like it was on fire. The pain and nausea was probably contributing to the fact he wasn’t keeping his shit together. But at the same time, how was he supposed to? Justin was in the Intensive Care Unit, unconscious, dangerously high fever, racing heartbeat and apparently had a seizure right after he collapsed.

And they were saying it was a reaction to medication? Medication they were giving him to make him better. Didn’t they know that because he had reactions in the past, that he might again? )

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Who: Kyan and Trey Wilson
What: Twintervention
Where: Back home in NYC
When: Few days after this

Kyan’s biggest battle right now was simply to feel well. His stomach had a constant knot of tension in it, he had no appetite, he felt exhausted and just plain shit. The bender left him with a lingering hangover. But he had never dealt well with stress. It always came out in a somatic way, making him feel ill and suffocated. Life had taken a plunge into something he didn’t like. He wasn’t happy anymore and he knew that trying to pretend it was still… anything was foolish. He had to face it, and he had to tackle that hurdle and begin to heal. Because he didn’t have the energy to maintain it. This wasn’t who he was, and it was the last place his mom would ever want him to end up.

After arriving back home - his old home he shared with Trey that he had now moved back into - he was so hungover and in a foul mood, he went to bed and promptly crashed out again. He knew Trey would be worried because he hadn’t told him anything about his trip to Denver and he had been in too much of a pissy mood when he got home for Trey to try too hard to engage him. Brendan completely steered clear and when Kyan crawled into bed fully clothed still with his shoes on, Trey opened the door a little and told him to let him know if he wanted to talk.

Kyan woke up around two am with a mouth so dry, there was a moment of panic when it felt like he couldn’t get it open. He was still feeling like shit... )

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