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dreamlikenewyork2014-10-24 08:01 pm
fraternalfashionista) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2014-10-24 08:01 pm
"Looks like we made it. Look how far we've come, my baby..."
Who? Austin Watson-Shaw with Beau Watson-Shaw, Angel Shaw, and Tara Campbell
What? Breathing a tentative sigh of relief
When? Later on, the day that Beau's tests come back
Where? Beau's room at Mt. Sinai
Remission. It was a word that Austin had been hoping for and yet afraid of daring to hope for. He'd rushed to the hospital hours ago after a phone call told him that Beau was in serious danger, and the sick feeling that had churned up inside of him had pretty much made him so upset and kind of shocked and out of it that Angel had hopped in the car with Austin and had his driver take them to the hospital. If this was it for Beau, Angel wasn't going to let Austin face that news alone.
New York traffic, as usual, was a bitch, and Austin had numb, shocked tears rolling down his face, in a panic that he wouldn't be there and Beau was going to die without Austin having one last chance to tell him that he loved him. The moments seemed to just drag on into hours with no sign of traffic letting up, and Austin silently begging any higher power listening just to let him see his husband alive one more time -- a prayer directed to any being that might just have half a chance of listening, and a prayer that Austin had let escape without even meaning to far more times in the past months than he wanted to admit. There had been so many times he'd come so close to seeing Beau die, but he couldn't let him face that alone.
After the longest eternity of Austin's life, they finally arrived at Mt. Sinai, where Austin and Angel had torn down the hallways as if their very lives depended upon it. Their timing was either terrible or impeccable, because as they reached the door of Beau's room, Tara was coming out, her face red and streaked with tears, and Austin's heart sank all the way to the floor. They were too late. He was already gone. He shook his head, anger and heartbreak flooding through him at once, and his voice broke when he finally spoke. "T... Tara, is he...?"
Tara knew immediately what Austin was thinking, because his face said it all, and she shook her head firmly. "No, honey," she said, holding up the paper with Beau's test results. "He's beat it, Austin. He's in remission."
Austin snatched the paper, needing to look at it himself, and he just shook his head in shock and disbelief. "He... He doesn't have... He doesn't have cancer anymore?!" he asked, looking at Tara as if he couldn't quite believe it, but she confirmed it, and Austin had turned to his brother, burying his face in Angel's shoulder as he bawled his eyes out. The months and months of pain, fear, and terror that they would lose Beau melted away in relief, and Angel just let Austin cry until he could pull himself together.
Tara explained that Beau was still quite sick with an infection, but that Austin could go in and see him, and that was where he had remained. Beau was in and out of consciousness, the fight that he'd just finished having zapped all of his energy for months on end, and the infection he was fighting taking what little he might have had out of him, too. But he was alive. Alive, and he didn't have cancer anymore. There were a brief few moments when Beau was awake that he'd seen Austin beside him for the first time, and he'd reached for his husband's hand, which Austin readily gave him. No words passed between them. They didn't need to. They both knew the most important things here, namely that they were still here, still together, and Beau didn't have cancer anymore. Austin gave Beau's hand a gentle squeeze, and though both of them were blinking away tears, in this moment, there was the overwhelming feeling of love and realization that they had managed to carry each other through one of the darkest and scariest times of their lives, and Austin knew there was nothing more he could ever ask for.
Narrative. Scene Complete.
What? Breathing a tentative sigh of relief
When? Later on, the day that Beau's tests come back
Where? Beau's room at Mt. Sinai
Remission. It was a word that Austin had been hoping for and yet afraid of daring to hope for. He'd rushed to the hospital hours ago after a phone call told him that Beau was in serious danger, and the sick feeling that had churned up inside of him had pretty much made him so upset and kind of shocked and out of it that Angel had hopped in the car with Austin and had his driver take them to the hospital. If this was it for Beau, Angel wasn't going to let Austin face that news alone.
New York traffic, as usual, was a bitch, and Austin had numb, shocked tears rolling down his face, in a panic that he wouldn't be there and Beau was going to die without Austin having one last chance to tell him that he loved him. The moments seemed to just drag on into hours with no sign of traffic letting up, and Austin silently begging any higher power listening just to let him see his husband alive one more time -- a prayer directed to any being that might just have half a chance of listening, and a prayer that Austin had let escape without even meaning to far more times in the past months than he wanted to admit. There had been so many times he'd come so close to seeing Beau die, but he couldn't let him face that alone.
After the longest eternity of Austin's life, they finally arrived at Mt. Sinai, where Austin and Angel had torn down the hallways as if their very lives depended upon it. Their timing was either terrible or impeccable, because as they reached the door of Beau's room, Tara was coming out, her face red and streaked with tears, and Austin's heart sank all the way to the floor. They were too late. He was already gone. He shook his head, anger and heartbreak flooding through him at once, and his voice broke when he finally spoke. "T... Tara, is he...?"
Tara knew immediately what Austin was thinking, because his face said it all, and she shook her head firmly. "No, honey," she said, holding up the paper with Beau's test results. "He's beat it, Austin. He's in remission."
Austin snatched the paper, needing to look at it himself, and he just shook his head in shock and disbelief. "He... He doesn't have... He doesn't have cancer anymore?!" he asked, looking at Tara as if he couldn't quite believe it, but she confirmed it, and Austin had turned to his brother, burying his face in Angel's shoulder as he bawled his eyes out. The months and months of pain, fear, and terror that they would lose Beau melted away in relief, and Angel just let Austin cry until he could pull himself together.
Tara explained that Beau was still quite sick with an infection, but that Austin could go in and see him, and that was where he had remained. Beau was in and out of consciousness, the fight that he'd just finished having zapped all of his energy for months on end, and the infection he was fighting taking what little he might have had out of him, too. But he was alive. Alive, and he didn't have cancer anymore. There were a brief few moments when Beau was awake that he'd seen Austin beside him for the first time, and he'd reached for his husband's hand, which Austin readily gave him. No words passed between them. They didn't need to. They both knew the most important things here, namely that they were still here, still together, and Beau didn't have cancer anymore. Austin gave Beau's hand a gentle squeeze, and though both of them were blinking away tears, in this moment, there was the overwhelming feeling of love and realization that they had managed to carry each other through one of the darkest and scariest times of their lives, and Austin knew there was nothing more he could ever ask for.
Narrative. Scene Complete.