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wannabesurgeonWho: Liam Morgan and Damien Larson (with Paxton Carlyle and Jaxson Colt)
What: Medical Emergencies
Where: Cape Cod, MA
When: After this
No matter how calm Liam had remained on the phone call with Jaxson, that had been 100% his doctor brain that took over. As soon as the call ended, his PTSD panic brain kicked in and he nearly fell out of the deck chair trying to get out of it so quickly. He bolted into the beachside apartment he and Damien had rented in Cape Cod to stay the couple of days until their wedding. “I need to leave! I need to get back to New York!” He grabbed his bag from the closet, tossing it onto the bed as Damien came out of the attached bathroom.
“Wait, what? But the wedding…” Damien blinked, mouth hanging open as he watched Liam shove his clothes into the bag in a messy knot. All of Liam’s clothes were designer and he always treated them with top-notch care.
Liam nearly ripped one of his linen shirts pulling it off the hanger too quickly and getting it caught on the knob of the closet door. “Postpone it. Cancel it. I don’t care. I need to fucking get back. All the flights are booked. We’ll have to drive. We need to leave now!”
( Damien thought for the briefest of few moments that Liam had a massive sudden case of cold feet about getting married and was trying to pull a runaway groom... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Medical Emergencies
Where: Cape Cod, MA
When: After this
No matter how calm Liam had remained on the phone call with Jaxson, that had been 100% his doctor brain that took over. As soon as the call ended, his PTSD panic brain kicked in and he nearly fell out of the deck chair trying to get out of it so quickly. He bolted into the beachside apartment he and Damien had rented in Cape Cod to stay the couple of days until their wedding. “I need to leave! I need to get back to New York!” He grabbed his bag from the closet, tossing it onto the bed as Damien came out of the attached bathroom.
“Wait, what? But the wedding…” Damien blinked, mouth hanging open as he watched Liam shove his clothes into the bag in a messy knot. All of Liam’s clothes were designer and he always treated them with top-notch care.
Liam nearly ripped one of his linen shirts pulling it off the hanger too quickly and getting it caught on the knob of the closet door. “Postpone it. Cancel it. I don’t care. I need to fucking get back. All the flights are booked. We’ll have to drive. We need to leave now!”
( Damien thought for the briefest of few moments that Liam had a massive sudden case of cold feet about getting married and was trying to pull a runaway groom... )
LOG, COMPLETE