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strips4uWho: Flynn Hunter and Jett Levesque-Hunter
What: Helpless
Where: Oncology Unit, Mount Sinai
When: After this
Flynn knew this hospital really well. Way too well, if he wanted to admit. He did his time here hooked up to chemo IVs and he had spent many a day sitting vigil at Cole’s bedside after his many ODs and suicide attempts. He had been here earlier in the day for Cole’s dialysis. To have to be here again because his kid’s boyfriend could potentially have cancer for a second time made him feel physically ill. But he was Jett’s dad. It was his job to keep his shit together so Jett didn’t have to. He figured the kid would trying to conceal this shit from him, but Flynn was as thick-skinned as they came. Just because he beat cancer himself in the past didn’t mean he was a precious fucking snowflake who couldn’t deal with someone else’s battle. Far, far fucking from it.
He stopped at a cafe to grab Jett a cup of whatever tea they said was supposed to be good and a muffin. He knew his kid well enough now to know that he didn’t eat when he was fatigued or emotional. Definitely wasn’t an emotional eater. Then again, neither was Flynn. A scotch and a cigarette was his choice of vice when things were going to shit. It was why he was puffing on a quick smoke on his way to the hospital and tossed the butt onto the pavement by the entrance, stubbing it out with his toe.
( It was still fucking cold as an Eskimo’s asshole but the snow had given up on the worst of its dumps this week... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Helpless
Where: Oncology Unit, Mount Sinai
When: After this
Flynn knew this hospital really well. Way too well, if he wanted to admit. He did his time here hooked up to chemo IVs and he had spent many a day sitting vigil at Cole’s bedside after his many ODs and suicide attempts. He had been here earlier in the day for Cole’s dialysis. To have to be here again because his kid’s boyfriend could potentially have cancer for a second time made him feel physically ill. But he was Jett’s dad. It was his job to keep his shit together so Jett didn’t have to. He figured the kid would trying to conceal this shit from him, but Flynn was as thick-skinned as they came. Just because he beat cancer himself in the past didn’t mean he was a precious fucking snowflake who couldn’t deal with someone else’s battle. Far, far fucking from it.
He stopped at a cafe to grab Jett a cup of whatever tea they said was supposed to be good and a muffin. He knew his kid well enough now to know that he didn’t eat when he was fatigued or emotional. Definitely wasn’t an emotional eater. Then again, neither was Flynn. A scotch and a cigarette was his choice of vice when things were going to shit. It was why he was puffing on a quick smoke on his way to the hospital and tossed the butt onto the pavement by the entrance, stubbing it out with his toe.
( It was still fucking cold as an Eskimo’s asshole but the snow had given up on the worst of its dumps this week... )
LOG, COMPLETE