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Who: Jett Levesque-Hunter and Brody Alexander | Flynn Hunter and Cole Carrington
What: Bearer of Bad News
Where: Hunter-Carrington Pad then onwards to Mount Sinai
When: After this

Flynn wasn't sure if there was a better way to let his kid know his boyfriend had been hurt at his dance comp the night before beyond just giving it to him straight. There didn't seem to be a way to cushion the blow and what he learned from watching his other friends with teenage kids was not to sugarcoat. From what he had seen from Mark and Justin, sugarcoating or outright delaying information could seriously piss a kid off. That was the last thing he wanted. Jett was already struggling, he didn't want to complicate that by trying to make his decisions for him. His boyfriend was hurt, he would want to know about it as soon as possible.

It would probably be a battle as it was. At the moment, he was having to wake Jett to do the most basic of tasks like eat, shower, or go to the bathroom. Jett's moms had been in town on a fleeting pre-Christmas visit for one of their birthday's. Besides going to a nearby cafe for lunch (where Jett fell asleep at the table), he spent the duration of their visit in various stages of sleepiness on the sofa. It was a write-off of a trip but Flynn understood how Brody might have taken it the wrong way.

Now things had turned to shit in a whole different way and he had to wake his son, no questions asked. He started by opening his blinds just a little to let some of the morning light in. Jett was nothing more than a lump of blankets in his bed. His mood would be potluck. Sometimes, Jett was lucid, other times he could be in a shit mood for being woken. Who could blame him? No one liked being woken when they were wiped out with fatigue or exhaustion. Flynn knew from his time recovering from cancer how awful fatigue was when it hit.

He sat on the edge of Jett's bed and softly ruffled the patch of curly head sticking out the top of the quilt. "Jett, you gotta wake up for me, kiddo. Brody's had an accident. He's in the hospital. C'mon, son... wake up for me. Try to resist the urge to bitchslap me."

livefortoday

Hey, buddy. Is Jett okay? I've been trying to call him but it goes to voicemail. Brody's had an accident.

hiphopping

Guys, I need someone to come reassure me I'm not freaking out about nothing.

canadianheart

Does this mean a no on our date...?

canadianheart

Who: Jett Levesque-Hunter, Flynn Hunter and Brody Alexander
What: Changing times
Where: Hunter Home, NYC
When: After this

Cole was at the tail-end of his dialysis when Flynn received a text from Hunter saying he was speaking to Brody, who had apparently rescued Jett from the carpark at the grocery store where he took ill. Hunter wanted to let Flynn know in case said teenagers were just teenagers who forgot/didn’t think to give the heads-up to their parent(s)/guardian(s). Hunter said it sounded like Jett had a bit of heatstroke, but his Chronic Fatigue was probably playing a part too.

The only thing that stopped Flynn rushing home as soon as he received the message was that Hunter said Brody was with Jett. He knew his kid’s friends were all fantastic kids, so he would be in good hands and could probably assume Brody would call him if there was anything seriously wrong. Cole was having a tough time, so Flynn wanted to stick with him and take him home. Even if that meant Cole was bitching him out about it, telling him to go to Jett. Once he got Cole home and deposited on the sofa where he promptly crashed out, Flynn went to check how Jett was holding up.

( He knocked on Jett’s bedroom door but there was no answer... )

LOG, COMPLETE

hiphopping

Who: Brody Alexander and Jett Levesque-Hunter
What: Reconnecting
Where: Grocery Store, NYC
When: Morning

With Hunter tied up with what was happening with Justin, he gave Brody the task of picking up toilet paper from the grocery store because they were getting dangerously low. No doubt, it was an important mission and about as exciting as Brody’s life got right now. The summer break from school hit and normally his schedule would be packed, but things weren’t the same for him anymore. Not after being raped by his dance teacher… even when he still felt like he was doing something wrong calling it that. It was hard when you turned a stigma on yourself. Guys can be sexually harassed and assaulted by women, you just rarely heard about it. He didn’t know how to deal with being an exception to the rules.

That was why he struggled to talk about it. He had talked a lot to Hunter, Darius, Cruz, and Harry about it, which helped. But he felt beyond embarrassed admitting it to anyone else. He thought he maybe accidentally lead the teacher on while she was training him, that it was somehow his fault because he gave her mixed signals. Which he totally didn’t do knowingly because he now knew he was gay, but could you do stuff like that without realising it? Probably. Even if you were gay? Likely less probably, but maybe if you were closeted or something. Which he wasn’t. It just hadn’t been the smoothest coming out having a huge crush on Harry and fearing he’d lose fans if they knew he was gay.

( What it all led to was much insecurity within himself, doubt he had any skill as a dancer, hating his body, not knowing how to deal with sexual urges... )

LOG, COMPLETE

anykindoflove

Brody, you have THE coolest brother-in-law ever, man!

hiphopping

Hey, dude. First, I'm sorry because you're right, I have been avoiding you and I know that makes me a giant cockface. That's the last thing I want to be, and not talking to you isn't going to fix anything. So, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come to Vegas with me and Darius for a couple of days? Hunt's getting married and they said I could bring a friend. You've been an amazing friend with all the shit I went through. It's okay if you don't want to. I get it. If I was you, I'd probably say no.

hiphopping

Hey, buddy. How are you feeling? Was just thinking about you. Hope you're as okay as you can be.

hiphopping

Who: Brody Alexander and Harry Matheson
What: Visitors
Where: Pediatrics, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday morning

Brody had been having weekly therapy sessions at the hospital ever since he finally confessed to his brothers what had happened. Hunter immediately took Brody to see Walker after it all happened, and Walker referred him to Gabe at the hospital, who had specialties in counselling young people who had suffered sexual assault or abuse, and counselling LGBT+ youth. That was how Hunter knew him. Gabe received a lot of patient referrals from the hospital Hunter worked for ongoing therapy after they were discharged from hospital. Brody liked Gabe. He trusted him. Even if he struggled initially with talking about any of it, he was getting better with it now the ordeal had been revealed. Gabe would return to various parts of it, but Brody never had to tell the whole story all over again.

He decided to see if Harry was up to having any visitors other than family. Vince had been giving updates, but there wasn't much to update. Harry had been really sick, which lead to him being diagnosed with diabetes. He was still feeling rotten, though better now he wasn't unconscious, and they were messing around with treatment and it could take time to isolate what the best was for him. Being a dancer too, and having gone through something pretty traumatic himself recently (although different to what Harry was dealing with), he thought there was a huge chance Harry was fearing this would destroy his dancing career. That was something Brody really understood, because he was still worrying about that himself.

He bought some flowers from the hospital florist. Not that he knew what to choose, so he just picked what looked light might cheer a hospital room up. If Harry couldn't have visitors, he would just leave the flowers with the nurses to take to him. But when he asked at the desk, they said Harry would probably love a visitor that morning because he was feeling a little down. Brody really wasn't sure if he was the best person if that was the case, but once he heard it, he couldn't just leave. Not when Harry had been so kind and understanding with Brody when they called a truce and Brody explained more about why he had been an asshole.

Carrying the Get Well arrangement he had chosen, Brody found Harry's room, expecting to see an epic fuckton of Italian and Irish people flooding it knowing Harry had a massive extended family. But no one was there. He knocked on the door with a hesitant smile. "Hey, I was just in the neighbourhood..." he joked. Wow, Harry looked really sick. But what had Brody been expecting? Not this. Harry usually looked so fierce and ready to slay everything and everyone in ballet shoes. This was tough to take in. It had to be 100 times tougher for Harry to be living it.

amoreitaliano

Who: Vincenzo Lorenzi and Brody Alexander
What: Romance and stuff
Where: The Hamptons
When: Simultaneous to this

Vincenzo was actually finding it a little difficult seeing Justin sitting there playing the piano. Not because he was jealous, not at all. But because he wished he could join him so they could play together. But he couldn't. Justin played really well, and he seemed to be able to play songs just from memory. In fact, Vincenzo would take a leap of faith here and say that it looked like Justin had been playing for a good portion of his life. Vince recognised the innate gift of music. It was a pleasure for him to watch and listen to, because music was in his blood too, but damn, would it have been awesome to play for Justin while he sung.

Instead, Vince wasn't going to let himself dwell on it. It was okay to feel some grief over the injury he had preventing him being able to play, but he wouldn't let it eat him up. So, he stood and went over to Brody with a smile, holding his good hand out to him. "Dance with me, mon chéri?" he asked. Almost everyone here were strangers to Vince, but he had never been the shy type. Everyone was doing their own thing, so why not dance when the music was beautiful and it would afford a good distraction? Besides, he liked being close to Brody. Earlier that day, they had gone down to the beach and built a giant sandcastle together. It was fun. Vince couldn't believe how lucky he was to have met Brody so soon after coming here.

hiphopping

I had proper sex. With Vincenzo. That's okay, right?

hiphopping

Who: Brody Alexander with Vincenzo Lorenzi
What: A real first time
Where: Jacksonville, Florida
When: After this

They didn't fly back to New York when all was said and done. Vincenzo had this incredibly kind and gentle nature, that he was able to calm Brody down. When they got back inside, Harry's mom made them both tea - Irish Breakfast, apparently the best, which wasn't surprising considering the family was half Irish - and freshly made cannoli. It was clear both boys had been upset by something at the party, but she didn't grill them. She just made sure they were both physically okay, save for Vincenzo's face looking a bit like he had a run-in with Rambo, and Brody's stomach still a little upset from the panic attack he had. She gave them both Mom Hugs, told them to take their tea upstairs and watch a movie in bed.

Which is what they did. Brody wasn't sure he wanted the cannoli, but Vincenzo coaxed him to try a little, because it was a big part of his heritage. And it was delicious. The tea was great too. It settled Brody's stomach, and he now felt much safer away from the party with just Vincenzo's company. Vincenzo said they were going to put a happy movie on, nothing sad or gross or violent. Brody had joked that Vince probably had to get up to speed on his 80s movies, because it was a Rite of Passage with the New York bunch. Vincenzo saw it as a challenge-accepted, and selected Weird Science on Netflix.

( Brody had realised Harry's family were wealthy as soon as he had arrived in Jacksonville and saw the massive beach house on the water... )

NARRATIVE, COMPLETE

amoreitaliano

Who: Vincenzo Lorenzi and Brody Alexander
What: Fuck ups and confessions
Where: Jacksonville, Florida
When: Friday night

Vincenzo stepped out onto the back deck of his aunt and uncle's home in Florida. It was a stunning place. He had always thought so. Statuesque beach house that connected right to the sand, and you felt like you could almost reach out and touch the water. Enjoying the view was the last thing he was out here to do that night. It was late, and it was a clear night. The moonlight was reflecting off the water in the distance and the stars seemed crisp and aplenty.

He hesitated at the backdoor, lip caught between his teeth with uncertainty. He wasn't sure if he should go out or not. From where he was standing, he could see where Brody was sitting on the sand about halfway between the shore and the backyard. This deck had fond memories of Vincenzo's childhood, when he would visit from Italy and Harry would rehearse his dancing here. The decking was apparently a special type of wood and varnish, safe for Harry to dance on. So much had been invested in his talent. It was why he had tried to explain to Brody that comparing himself to Harry was silly, because they were different, and danced different.

That wasn't why he was out here. Things had been going so well, until they just weren't. It had changed so quickly, and he felt a sick churn of guilt in his stomach because he knew he had upset Brody. Now he knew why, too. He hadn't before it happened. It was only going to be a weekend visit, until his aunt and uncle invited both Vincenzo and Brody to stay for the rest of the week. Nick was already going to be here, because he had a commissioned job to meet an art investor about in Miami. Harry and Cheyne had flown back to New York on Sunday night because of school.

It had been going so great. They went to the beach... a lot. They went shopping. They saw a movie together, and met some of Harry's hometown friends. Then they caught the train down to Orlando and went to Disneyworld together. It was quite possibly one of the funnest weeks Vincenzo had ever had, and he knew it was because he and Brody got along pretty well. They talked so much, and so easily. Brody had so much patience for Vincenzo's frequent language barriers, but Vincenzo was learning more and more of the slang spending time with him. Brody had asked how he hadn't learned more from his family in America, but the simple answer to that was that they all spoke Italian, and that was what they conversed in. Not when Brody was there, though. It would have been rude to do so.

( Then the shit hit the fan... )

LOG, COMPLETE

amoreitaliano

Ciao, Amico! With the party cancelled, we are all going to Florida for the weekend to visit family. Would you like to come with us, if okay with your brothers? Nick and Cheyne said you will be taken good care of. Promise. Lots of beach and sunshine!

hiphopping

Who: Brody Alexander and Vincenzo Lorenzi
What: That awkward moment when you forget how to word
Where: Harry's place, NYC
When: Monday afternoon

Brody needed to thank Harry for being so kind the other night. They had talked about a lot, and not once did Harry judge him. The only problem was that the party had really taken it out of him, and he spent the next few days in bed feeling like utter hell. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not even his brothers. No one pushed him. He was grateful for that. He was starting to feel a bit more like himself now, though. Still being drowned in antibiotics, but they must be doing their job because he woke up feeling less dead that morning. Darius and Hunter both had work that day, so it was just him and Cruz. They both slept late, until pretty much nearing lunch time. Apparently, Cruz wasn't a morning person and when he dragged himself into the kitchen not long after Brody for coffee, Brody was pretty sure he was hungover.

And he didn't care either. Hunter had sat down with both Darius and Brody to explain Cruz's situation. Cruz had a drug and alcohol problem. He was going to get help for them, but it was a matter of timing with balancing his work schedule. Brody didn't judge that at all. Rockstars did that stuff, right? Hunter would help him. That was what Hunter did the best. After Cruz took a shower, he seemed to be feeling more human again. He and Brody watched some TV together, and then Cruz said he had to head off just before Hunter was due home from work for a meeting in the city. That was when Brody asked if he could come with him. He could drop in to thank Harry, and get a lift back with Darius his shift. Cruz was fine with that, as long as he cleared it with Hunter and Darius. Both told him to take it easy, and to call if he wasn't feeling well.

Harry's apartment had a front door on a street front, so there were no buzzers, just a doorbell. He had discovered this the night he first came where. There were stairs beyond the front door up to the main apartment, and then down into the basement where Harry's brother's art studio was. Harry had a small dance studio/yoga room himself in a spare bedroom, but that was upstairs in the main apartment. He rang the doorbell and waited.

Only, it wasn't Harry who answered. It wasn't even his big brother or his fiancé. It was basically one of the hottest guys ever on earth, and all Brody could do was stare like a numbskull, mouth hanging open. All that was missing was his hair blowing dreamily in the wind and a bare, oily chest. He was just as hot as Harry, though instead of blue eyes, he had deep brown ones. "I, uh... u-um... y-you're not Harry... is Harry... ah... is he...?" He only just managed to catch himself before a stunned 'Wow' escaped.

amareladanza

Watching Footloose movie with Brody Alexander.

hiphopping

Who: Brody Alexander and Jett Levesque
What: Difficult conversations
Where: Home, New Rochelle
When: Thursday

Brody only had to stay in hospital a couple of nights to get some hardcore antibiotics. Because Darius and Hunter were both nurses, they were okay letting him go home with oral antibiotics and some medication to stop him feeling sick. They did say he would need rest and plenty of fluids, and it could take up to two weeks for the infection to clear. He went to bed when they got home from the city, and he had mostly been there ever since, save for taking a shower and using the bathroom. It was nice to be back in his bed in New Rochelle. He felt safe there, and he knew his big brothers would take care of him. That went without saying. It was why it was so confusing for him to have felt scared to talk to them about everything. One cool part about all of this was for him to learn that Hunter was actually dating Cruz. There had never been any hints before that Hunter was anything but straight. Brody wasn't the sort to over-analyse anything like this. He just thought it was cool, especially considering Cruz was one of his favourite musicians. And even better, Cruz was going to move in with them. Brody's brain hadn't had a chance to catch up with all that. Hopefully when he was feeling better, he could talk to them more about it.

Soon, there was a soft knock at his bedroom door, and a few moments later, Hunter tiptoed in quietly. He was taking some leave from work to take care of Brody. "Brodes? You awake?" he whispered, trying to keep his voice down in case Brody was asleep. It was hard to tell. Brody had been keeping the curtains drawn in his room, covers piled up around him like a protective shield.

"I don't want any food," he mumbled, because both twins had been trying to get him to eat a little since they got him home. He wasn't up to it. He was living on Sprite for now, despite offerings of soup, toast, or tea.

"That's okay. There's someone here to see you, though. I know you probably don't feel up to it, but I wanted to check anyway," Hunter explained.

Brody frowned, pulling the covers down away from his face to see what Hunter was talking about. He assumed his parents, or Justin. No one else crossed his mind as a possibility. When he saw Jett standing there by Hunter, his gut felt like it dropped out from under him. The Sprite he had been sipping felt like it was going to make a rapid exit from his body. He wanted to roll over, pull the covers over his head again and pretend none of this was happening. He couldn't stifle a small moan. Not because of Jett, but because it felt like a huge task to be facing. It just wasn't one that was fair to try to avoid. Jett deserved an explanation, as ill as it made Brody feel to think about giving it. "... okay."

likefatherlikeson

Who: Justin Campbell and Brody Alexander
What: Reaching out
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Monday morning

Justin had gone right back to juggling priorities in his life. Beyond trying to care for his own medical health, on equal par to that for him was Sasha's. Or anyone in his family, really. Sasha was going to be in hospital for a few more days yet. They said closer to a week after his op, which was okay. Justin stayed with him almost the whole time at first, and then started rallying in the troops for someone to be there with Sasha while he did a couple of hours at work, training and recondition for himself, and still working closely with Billy while he trained Merlin. Part of the beauty of Footloose was that the cast members were all so close, that it translated into epic on-stage chemistry. Audience members went away feeling like they had been immersed. That's what it was all about. There wasn't a single show Justin did that didn't receive a standing-o, and to him, that was proof the formula Caden worked so hard to hone was working. It did also mean there was a hell of a lot of behind-the-scenes work to keep that night after night. Beside, Sasha got bitchy when he worried Justin was going to put his work off (he was, almost) to stick with him at the hospital.

It all came out in the wash. Sasha's parents were in town, and it was pretty cool too, because his folks were spending some time with Justin's Dad, and also Uncle Sam and Lisa. That was important to Justin. He just hoped his mom might eventually come to the party, though it was giving up hope there. He found himself seeing his dad as a single father when he looked at him now. It felt strange, but he had become acclimatised to her absence. But on the upside, his dad and Martin had been chilling out watching sport together. That could well become a tradition once they were all moved in at New Rochelle. Martin had been quizzing Justin's dad about Aussie footy, and in turn, he was giving Justin's dad more in-depth info about IndyCar. Meanwhile, Justin was happy to avoid all that 100% because he knew as much about IndyCar as he did about being pregnant or having a period.

But something serious had just gone down, and it involved Brody. Justin had come by the hospital that morning to visit Sash, where he usually hung out until he went to the theatre around lunch time. Sasha had still been sleeping, and the nurse confirmed he had a rough night with pain, so they gave him something to make him comfortable and finally sleep. Justin had been scrolling Facebook, and saw Hunter's post about Brody. Justin wrote a little note a piece of handtowel for Sasha and told him to text when he woke up because he was visiting Brody in another part of the hospital. He knew enough people who worked there to track Brody's room down. He knocked softly on the door. "Hey, dude. I just saw Hunter's post. I, um..." He hesitated, because he had no idea if Brody would be wanting anyone to know anything. Justin didn't even know anything for sure, but he just wanted to see if he was okay. "It was me who spoke to Hunter. I was told some stuff, and I got worried about how you had been lately. That maybe you were in danger..."

livefortoday

Brodes is back in town. Not feeling too well. Hospital stay overnight for some fluids and antibiotics, then home for rest and TLC. Thanks to Walker for seeing him so quick and being so kind with him.

colourmefree

Who: Cruz Quinlan and Hunter Alexander with Brody
What: Homeward bound
Where: En-route to New York
When: After this

Cruz was glad he could go to Vermont with Hunter to help Brody. As hard as it was to be the messenger to Mrs Alexander, he did the best he could while Hunter tried his best to get more information about his little brother. If someone told him a few weeks before that he would 1) try to kill himself - twice - and 2) have a lover and be meeting his family like this, he probably would have laughed in their face. It was all so sobering.

Hunter only came downstairs again sometime after Brody had fallen asleep. He had to sit down and relay everything Brody had confirmed. By the end, Hunter and his mom were hugging each other, crying. She promised Hunter to tell his dad, and Darius. Hunter said he was going to take Brody back to New York to see a doctor, who was pretty much the stepfather of one of Brody's friends. Cruz could offer some reassurance there. He confirmed to Hunter's mom that Walker was an amazing doctor, and was helping him too. Very gentle and very kind, with a daughter of his own. That was when it came to light via Hunter that Walker's husband had passed away from cancer... and Hunter's own dad had survived cancer too.

( Brody woke later in the day... )

LOG, COMPLETE

livefortoday

I'm texting you, because I don't want to mess with Justin's head. Brody told me everything. Justin was right on everything, but the cutting. He didn't go through with it, but definitely high risk. I need your help. I want to take this bitch down.

livefortoday

Who: Hunter and Brody Alexander with a hint of Cruz Quinlan
What: Big Brother Mode
Where: Burlington, Vermont
When: After this

They arrived in Vermont about 10.30am. Hunter was stressed, and he couldn't shake a fear that he might find Brody severely broken. It was easy to fear the worst, and forget to stay positive in situations like this, because the bad outcomes were a very real possibility. Hunter unlocked the front door with his keys. All three boys still had their keys, and knew they could come home any time they wanted or needed. He kicked his shoes off at the door and waited while Cruz followed suit. That took a bit longer because Cruz had on knee-high Doc Martens that laced up to the top. Hey, he was a rockstar. Rockstar prerogative. "Mom?" he called out softly, heading in through the living room towards the dining room and kitchen.

Cindy Alexander came through quickly hearing the voice. "Hunter? Sweetie, what are you doing here?" she asked, the Mom Worries already in full force. She pulled her son into a hug and then kissed his cheeks, brushing her hand over his head. "What's the matter? Are you sick? Are you hurt?" As she was fussing over him, her gaze shifted in surprise to Cruz standing just behind Hunter. She recognised him, but still, she tapped into Mom Discretion. "Who's this, sweetheart?"

"It's okay, Mom. I'm okay. I'm here for Brody. I didn't want to try to explain it over the fun because it just too... I'll explain it all, but it's not good, Mom. I think someone's been hurting him," Hunter tried to explain, at least laying a bit of groundwork, albeit trying not to spook his mom right off the bat. He turned and smiled a Cruz, taking his hand. "Mom, this is Cruz. We've just started seeing each other, and yes, he's the rockstar you saw at the Grammys. Long story. Cruz, this is my mom, Cindy."

( Cruz gave Mrs Alexander a hesitant smile, and held his hand out to her... )

LOG, COMPLETE

livefortoday

Who: Hunter Alexander and Cruz Quinlan
What: Family emergency
Where: En-route to Vermont
When: After this

Cruz was woken by a phone call at 3am. Which was a bit of a miracle, considering he had spent his evening downing a couple of bottles of Australian red wine and dancing in his underwear to a couple of his favourite playlists. He had always been a night owl, but he found he had gotten used to having Hunter in his bed that without him there, it was harder to get to sleep. He gave up on trying.

The call was Hunter. Apparently someone had told him something about his little brother, and he wanted to drive to his home town in Vermont ASAP to talk to him. It sounded serious. Hunter sounded teary. Cruz felt his gut twist up with concern... of course he wouldn't have said no when Hunter asked if he wanted to come on the sudden road trip with him. Hunter said Darius was at work, so he wouldn't be able to go straight away. It meant a hell of a lot to Cruz that Hunter even invited him, and he had asked why. Simple fact of the matter was that Hunter wanted his company, but also suggested Cruz could meet his folks.

Cruz really surprised himself in not being freaked out by this prospect. Perhaps because the situation meant there was a teenager who could well be having a tough enough time that his big brother wanted to drop everything and drive five hours to get to him. Brody was supposed to be living with Hunter and Darius because he was awarded a scholarship at an arts school in New York after winning a massive TV talent competition. But something went wrong. Something Hunter didn't detail in the phone call.

( For the first hour of the trip, Hunter was quiet... )

LOG, COMPLETE

likefatherlikeson

Sorry this is the middle of the night, but I was catching up on some stuff because I couldn't sleep. I heard a rumour about Brody. I don't want to freak you out or anything, but I really think you need to talk to him. ASAP. Like, I noticed something with him the last time I saw him, but I didn't know if I was just seeing things. Now I heard this, I'm not so sure.

hiphopping

OMG, is this what dying feels like?

breathelife

Who: Darius, Hunter and Brody Alexander
What: Brotherly Batcall
Where: New Rochelle, NY
When: After this

It had been one of those rotten work nights for Darius. After a series of crazy cases, because everyone was wired at Christmas time, Darius had blood vomited all over him in the back of the ambulance by a HIV Positive addict. At least infection control was impeccable, but because he had splash injury in the face with the bloody vomit, he had ended his shift sitting in the Infectious Diseases clinic undergoing a HIV test. The risk was small, but still a risk, nonetheless. This was protocol, and he had to go through the motions. It was one of those cases that shook him, because it was pretty much a miracle the guy wasn't a DOA. Apparently his wife couldn't confirm if he was taking his HIV meds, however confirmed he was a HIV Positive addict - booze and drugs - and a hooker from Vegas. It made Darius sad that some people lost control of their life like this.

So, he was leaving the clinic when he got a Brotherly Batcall text from Brody wanting to talk to him and Hunter "ASAP URGENT I NEED HELP". But with a small disclaimer at the end that he wasn't sick or hurt, because he knew his brothers would immediately assume that with a text of that tone. That meant Darius couldn't hit a nightclub to blow off steam that night. That was okay, though. The ordeal left him kind of wiped out and he really wanted a long hot shower and his bed.

When he got home, he took a shower straight away, even if he had already taken one at work after getting the truck cleared with a deep clean because HIV blood. He came out in his bathrobe with his hair still damp and brushed back. Hunter was home too now, and he handed Darius a glass of red wine, already knowing from their string of texts earlier that he had a rough shift, and why. "On a scale of one to ten, how freaked out do I have to be over ASAP URGENT I NEED HELP?" he asked and flopped onto the sofa to take that first sip of wine. It hit the spot.

canadianheart

Who: Jett Levesque and Brody Alexander
What: New friends
Where: Flynn and Jett's apartment, NYC
When: Wednesday afternoon

Jett had a rough few days. After Flynn had to come get him from the party on the weekend because he ended up sick there, the days that followed saw him mostly in bed sleeping a lot of the time. Flynn woke him to eat, shower and keep up some fluids, but even all those things had been a tough uphill struggle for him. He even ended up falling asleep in the middle of an attempted Skype conversation with his moms, waking up later in the night in bed under the covers, his Macbook Air safely stowed on his bedside table and switched off.

He had lost track of the days, which was fine. He would catch up eventually. He was still in bed that afternoon, dozing on and off while he had the TV turned on. He watched a little, slept, watched a little more. That was much of the routine, and probably would be until he could fight his way back up again. He was hovering mid-way between both when Flynn came in to see him then. "You got a visitor, kiddo. If you're feeling up to it."

"A visitor?" Jett mumbled, confused. Who would be visiting him? Unless it was Sasha, who had told him he would come visit if he was in New York. "I don't know. I'm whacked. Who is it?"

"Kid called Brody. Said he met you at the party. Wants to check if you're okay because you haven't been answering your texts," Flynn explained.

Jett's eyebrows crept up in a lethargic surprise. "Yeah? Cool. It's okay, he can come in. He was the one I puked in front of."

Flynn nodded. "Alright. Just make sure you let him know you might need to cut the visit short. I'll show him in."

Jett got himself propped up a little more on the pile of pillows his bed had, trying to comb his sleep hair down into something that resembled presentable with his fingers. He checked his phone while he waited for Brody to come in, finding there was a pile of messages from him, and a small handful from Sasha telling him he hoped he was feeling better.

holdmecloser

Brody kissed Jett. I hate guys. I'm going lesbian.

holdmecloser

LIKE.

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Dream Like New York

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strips4u - "Bad news like a sucker punch."
livefortoday - [ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Flynn @ strips4u
hiphopping - [ FACEBOOK ] Online Squad Chat - BATCALL SQUAD!
canadianheart - [ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Brody @ hiphopping
canadianheart - "Beyond the passion and fatigue."
hiphopping - "Heat exhaustion, mind distortion."
anykindoflove - [ FACEBOOK ] Group Chat - Squad!
hiphopping - [ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Harry @ amareladanza
hiphopping - [ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Harry @ amareladanza
hiphopping - "Party until visiting hours are over."
amoreitaliano - "Dance the pain away."
hiphopping - [ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Hunter & Darius
hiphopping - "And hold me tight, don't let me breathe. Feeling like you won't believe."
amoreitaliano - "Don't you let me go tonight."
amoreitaliano - [ FACEBOOK ] PRIVATE MESSAGE - To Brody @ hiphopping
hiphopping - "Once upon a time in America."
amareladanza - [ FACEBOOK ]
hiphopping - "Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all."
likefatherlikeson - "A friend in need's a friend indeed."
livefortoday - [ FACEBOOK ] with Brody Alexander and Darius Alexander
colourmefree - "Long and winding road."
livefortoday - [ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Mark @ aussielawyer
livefortoday - "Come on and come to me now, and don't be ashamed to cry."
livefortoday - "Silence like a cancer grows."
likefatherlikeson - [ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Hunter @ livefortoday
hiphopping - [ FACEBOOK ]
breathelife - "Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst."
canadianheart - "I could sleep forever rough."
holdmecloser - [ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Cas @ ifeelthelove
holdmecloser - [ FACEBOOK ]
hiphopping - [ FACEBOOK ]

Dream Like New York

"I'm making my way."

Entries tagged with [character] brody alexander

"Bad news like a sucker punch."

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Flynn @ strips4u

[ FACEBOOK ] Online Squad Chat - BATCALL SQUAD!

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Brody @ hiphopping

"Beyond the passion and fatigue."

"Heat exhaustion, mind distortion."

[ FACEBOOK ] Group Chat - Squad!

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Harry @ amareladanza

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Harry @ amareladanza

"Party until visiting hours are over."

"Dance the pain away."

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Hunter & Darius

"And hold me tight, don't let me breathe. Feeling like you won't believe."

"Don't you let me go tonight."

[ FACEBOOK ] PRIVATE MESSAGE - To Brody @ hiphopping

"Once upon a time in America."

[ FACEBOOK ]

"Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all."

"A friend in need's a friend indeed."

[ FACEBOOK ] with Brody Alexander and Darius Alexander

"Long and winding road."

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Mark @ aussielawyer

"Come on and come to me now, and don't be ashamed to cry."

"Silence like a cancer grows."

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Hunter @ livefortoday

[ FACEBOOK ]

"Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst."

"I could sleep forever rough."

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Cas @ ifeelthelove

[ FACEBOOK ]

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