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[surgeonshands]

Goddamn you, fucked up immune system. Why don't you have my back, bastard?

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[literaryella]

Are you okay, sweetheart? What's going on?

[surgeonshands]

I got sick at work in the middle of my rounds. It's okay, they shipped me home pretty quick smart. Nate's been here with me today.

[literaryella]

I can come stay with you tonight. Or I can even leave early if you want me to.

[surgeonshands]

You probably want to take a raincheck on that. It's really not pretty.

[literaryella]

I missed the memo where I was only your girlfriend when things were pretty. ♥ If you're sick, I want to be with you and look after you. Plus, I've developed immunity to almost every bug known to man by working in a school.

[surgeonshands]

We're like Yin and Yang. This might just be a thing for a few years for me. I know it's a pain in the ass.

[literaryella]

Your body fought off cancer, babe. Immunity to bugs of doom hasn't really been its priority for a while. It's not a pain in the ass. I like being able to stay close when you're not feeling great. I want to be that person.

[surgeonshands]

Aren't these sorts of things supposed to be the big relationship tests? You don't think it's too soon?

[literaryella]

I don't. I'm not afraid of big relationship tests with you, believe it or not.

[surgeonshands]

I just don't want to push you into anything too soon. I know you need time. You're still grieving.

[literaryella]

You're not pushing me into anything, Dave. I am still grieving, but my mom would want me to hold on like hell to the things that make me happy in life, and you've become one of those things.

[surgeonshands]

I just want you to know something. If I ever did get seriously sick again, I'd understand if you couldn't deal with it very well.

[literaryella]

I'd be upset, scared, and heartbroken, yes. I wouldn't deal with it well, but I'd still want to be with you and care for you, Dave. I mean that.

[surgeonshands]

Hopefully we never have to find out.

[literaryella]

Agreed. But I want you to know something, too. I'm in this thing. We've taken it slow, and gotten to know each other, and I couldn't be happier with the person you are and with our relationship and how it's developing.

[surgeonshands]

I just wanted to give you an exit route if you needed it. There wouldn't be any hard feelings.

[literaryella]

I totally get why you're saying this, and I'm not going to be one of those crazy chicks who goes on a rant about how you probably want to break up with me anyway, because I know that's not the case. I'm just going to say that, healthy or sick, I'm with you.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

Dude, no getting sick... You worry the fuck out of me when you get sick. I'll be home shortly. Do you need anything?

[surgeonshands]

Too late. My cells are being rebellious to your demands. No, I just need to semi-die in painlessly.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

As long as you only semi-die and don't actually die, I can live with that.

[surgeonshands]

The jury might be still out on that. I'll know if it's just evil germs or something else tomorrow.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

Dude, they can't find out today? Does it really feel like it did when you were sick before?

[surgeonshands]

No, the bloodwork stakes a bit of time. I had an awesome tech take the blood, though :P When I was diagnosed originally, I just thought I had the flu. It's similar. Luckily, I have a determined scary momma for my Oncologist.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

That sucks. A lot. Was it Jason? Fuck. That's scary. But they'll know tomorrow, right?

[surgeonshands]

It was Jason, yeah. He switches up between days and nights. They will. If anything to worry about comes through sooner, Tara will call me.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

How does he look? Good? Okay? Good. If anything bad is going on, we should know about it as soon as we can.

[surgeonshands]

He looked like he was breathing and had a pulse. No bruise on the insertion site either, so he gets my vote. I think it's just the flu, I wouldn't worry.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

Well, not dead is a good start. Well, that's a good thing then. I can deal with the flu. But if it's not the flu and you don't tell me again, I'm gonna be so pissed.

[surgeonshands]

Don't even think about stalking the hospital and waiting for him to finish work. I did tell you the first time, I just didn't entirely keep you in the loop on all the gory details.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

Seriously? Dude, I wasn't planning to do that. You made out it was practically nothing, bitch! Don't keep me out of the loop like that.

[surgeonshands]

Yeah, but I wouldn't put it past you. Since when is cancer nothing? I didn't want you flunking out on my conscience when I could've been dead quicker than I planned.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

I wouldn't do that to him at his job. Even I'm not that childish. Cancer's not nothing, but you were all, "Nah, it's cool. You don't need to come. I feel okay, and I'm probably gonna be fine anyways." As you were in a hospital bed because chemo made you so sick.

[surgeonshands]

Technically after his shift, he's finished his job. You didn't need to come, that was the whole point. It wouldn't have changed anything if you did.

[smokegetsinyoureyes]

I'm not going to come stalk him at work or after work, Dave. I want to see him, but I'll go about it the right way. But you should have your family with you when you're not well.