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Who: Sasha Stanford and Justin Campbell with Lewis Sheldon and Mark Campbell
What: The precipe of love
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Morning
Sasha had spent two nights in hospital. The only way they would let him out was if he followed doctor’s orders and went home to rest. Going home to rest meant not being close to Justin. It also meant his mom wanted him to go home to their place in New Rochelle, which was even further away from Justin. Things went from bad to worse. Not with Justin’s condition. Once they sedated him, he stabilised, even if he was unconscious. Unconscious was probably the best for him right now, considering his mind and body shot out of control. Unconscious was peace, and fuck knew he deserved peace to get better.
Amarlie - perhaps in a slight error of judgement - came to visit Sasha in the hospital after she had been sitting with Justin for a little while. Seeing her brother like that was confronting, but Sasha’s nerves were shot and he was on edge. Mixing that with the pain of his head injury was a disastrous cocktail and they had a huge fight. Most of it was one-sided, Sasha losing her shit at her about implying he was a liar to all their friends and telling her she had no idea the extent of what was going on because she wasn’t his real sister. It was so assholey of him, but he couldn’t help it. Sometimes, people just reached breaking point and he was angry at Amarlie for making what was already really fucking horrible even worse. She wasn’t privy to his decision not to tell Justin what happened. She did now. He had no choice but to tell her, because she wasn’t sedated like Justin and could easily find out the truth anyway. But Sasha knew that the more people who knew, the more people trying to stick their nose in on Justin’s private business, the more difficult it would be to keep it buried.
( Why didn’t anyone seem to understand why he needed to do this? They were going with it. For now. But what happened if they changed their mind? )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: The precipe of love
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Morning
Sasha had spent two nights in hospital. The only way they would let him out was if he followed doctor’s orders and went home to rest. Going home to rest meant not being close to Justin. It also meant his mom wanted him to go home to their place in New Rochelle, which was even further away from Justin. Things went from bad to worse. Not with Justin’s condition. Once they sedated him, he stabilised, even if he was unconscious. Unconscious was probably the best for him right now, considering his mind and body shot out of control. Unconscious was peace, and fuck knew he deserved peace to get better.
Amarlie - perhaps in a slight error of judgement - came to visit Sasha in the hospital after she had been sitting with Justin for a little while. Seeing her brother like that was confronting, but Sasha’s nerves were shot and he was on edge. Mixing that with the pain of his head injury was a disastrous cocktail and they had a huge fight. Most of it was one-sided, Sasha losing her shit at her about implying he was a liar to all their friends and telling her she had no idea the extent of what was going on because she wasn’t his real sister. It was so assholey of him, but he couldn’t help it. Sometimes, people just reached breaking point and he was angry at Amarlie for making what was already really fucking horrible even worse. She wasn’t privy to his decision not to tell Justin what happened. She did now. He had no choice but to tell her, because she wasn’t sedated like Justin and could easily find out the truth anyway. But Sasha knew that the more people who knew, the more people trying to stick their nose in on Justin’s private business, the more difficult it would be to keep it buried.
( Why didn’t anyone seem to understand why he needed to do this? They were going with it. For now. But what happened if they changed their mind? )
LOG, COMPLETE