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tearsofpearlsWho: Arian Alcott with Sasha Stanford, Jesse Hartley, Riley Bryant and Justin Campbell
What: Sickness and pain
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this and this
It was somewhere around four am when Ari was running at full speed through the hospital. His boots were slamming against the linoleum with every step and adrenaline was rushing through his body. That horrible page had come through. The one he didn’t want to want to receive, but that there was a significant risk that would. Not like this, though. Even with trying to preempt the worst case scenarios, it still sunk below that. And quickly. So fucking quickly, apparently.
He had just bolted from the ICU that was in complete lockdown with Mark telling him to ‘Just go to Sasha, wait for his mom to get there!’ Sasha, who had just been rushed down to the ER on a gurney covered in blood because Justin had thrown a chair at him. Justin had regained consciousness in the worst way he possibly could and too quickly for anyone assess the direct risks. He was delirious and very likely psychotic and seemed to think Sasha was someone who was trying to murder him. He definitely wasn’t seeing him as Sasha. Justin didn’t wake slowly or gradually. It was like he got caught in a severe night terror that ripped him to consciousness, causing him to tear out not only the breathing tube from his throat, but all the IVs that was feeding into him.
( Sasha had raised the alarm, screaming for help, but even by the time the staff got to Justin, he had been off the bed trying to protect himself from what his brain was making him believe was someone trying to murder him... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Sickness and pain
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this and this
It was somewhere around four am when Ari was running at full speed through the hospital. His boots were slamming against the linoleum with every step and adrenaline was rushing through his body. That horrible page had come through. The one he didn’t want to want to receive, but that there was a significant risk that would. Not like this, though. Even with trying to preempt the worst case scenarios, it still sunk below that. And quickly. So fucking quickly, apparently.
He had just bolted from the ICU that was in complete lockdown with Mark telling him to ‘Just go to Sasha, wait for his mom to get there!’ Sasha, who had just been rushed down to the ER on a gurney covered in blood because Justin had thrown a chair at him. Justin had regained consciousness in the worst way he possibly could and too quickly for anyone assess the direct risks. He was delirious and very likely psychotic and seemed to think Sasha was someone who was trying to murder him. He definitely wasn’t seeing him as Sasha. Justin didn’t wake slowly or gradually. It was like he got caught in a severe night terror that ripped him to consciousness, causing him to tear out not only the breathing tube from his throat, but all the IVs that was feeding into him.
( Sasha had raised the alarm, screaming for help, but even by the time the staff got to Justin, he had been off the bed trying to protect himself from what his brain was making him believe was someone trying to murder him... )
LOG, COMPLETE
