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[personal profile] magicmoments
Who: Merlin Blake, Brandon Blake, Jaxson Colt, and Paxton Carlyle
What: Poor Choices
Where: Merlin/Brandon's Place & Paxton/Jaxson's Place, NYC
When: After this

After reassuring Jesse about twenty times in the cab that he was fine and didn’t need him to come up with him, Merlin unlocked their apartment door with the security codes and headed inside, letting the door swing close behind him. He dumped his keys and wallet on the entrance table with a heavy sigh, then braced his hands on the edge of it, scrutinizing his appearance in the large circular mirror on the wall. His face was still a bit blotchy and swollen from the crying but he didn’t feel quite so wound up and tense now he had offloaded everything to his brothers. It didn’t change anything. Everything was still stressful and scary but Damien and Jesse were always able to offer wise words when his emotions spun into overdrive, something that had been happening a lot since he fell in love with a guy who almost died of cancer.

His gaze shifted to the aqua Venetian glass dish in the middle of the entrance table that was empty, telling him that Brandon still wasn’t home. It was habit for his husband to always empty his pockets into the dish when he got home so he didn’t lose anything important. That had become even more so now, because Brandon suffered on and off from ‘chemo brain’ where his short-term memory could be a bit spotty or vague if he was tired or having a bad day. There had been a lot of things they needed to put in place around Brandon to aid his recovery after his intensive treatment. Merlin would never not be proud of how well he had done since then. None of this latest turn of events was about that. It was so much more complicated.

Taking his phone out, Merlin brought up Brandon’s number on the screen but after just a few moments, changed his mind and shoved it back in his pocket... )

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Who: Jaxson Colt, Paxton Carlyle, Brandon Blake and Merlin Blake
What: Double Date-ish
Where: Brandon and Merlin's Place, Upper East Side, NYC
When: Quarantine O'Clock, like everyone else

Brandon had only been released from hospital mere days before lockdown hit and he went from an isolation ward in hospital to basically the exact same thing at home. Jaxson and Paxton were staying with them, so they were all under the same - thanksfully very large - roof when the New York quarantine orders came. It was a surreal time, so say the least, but Jaxson was glad he was here, even if he knew his family in Australia were worried like hell that he was basically in the epicentre of coronavirus hell in New York.

Paxton's condition hadn't improved like his doctors hoped and he still couldn't walk. He wasn't paralysed, he just didn't have function in his legs to hold him up. Jaxson stuck to his word and wanted to stay with him, try dating, help him. It wasn't easy. Paxton didn't want to talk much about what happened or about the chance the meningococcal meningitis might've left him with permanent or long-term disability. Jaxson was still learning how to navigate that. On the upside, Paxton was the sweetest guy with a great sense of humour, so he was in relatively decent spirits, all things considered. It was just a weird time for everyone and they were in the same boat... they both had family overseas they were worried about, and vice versa.

They were Netflix-and-Chilling (literally, not figuratively, because sex wasn't a subject Paxton wanted to talk about either) on the sofa when Brandon and Merlin came into the livingroom to join them, albeit very slowly. Brandon was still very weak and had basically been on total bedrest, needing help to get around, so Jaxson was surprised to see him up. "Wow, he's risen! What did you do to deserve the good behaviour release, mate?"
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[personal profile] musicsavesmysoul
Who: Damien Larson and Liam Morgan with Justin Campbell, Jesse Hartley, Merlin Blake and Rose Shaw
What: Mother of all fucking surprises!
Where: New York City
When: Backdated : During this

Damien was in his absolute fucking element. Justin was bringing the house down and Damian was loving every minute of watching from the edge of the stage. His supporting act set to open for Justin had been a huge hit and he just got word that the entire stock of his album had sold out at the merch stand. He wished he had listened to Justin, who told him to bring more. He had been so sure the audience was only there for Justin and he was just along for the ride to get exposure to hopefully pull him from the indie market to mainstream. During the whole tour, he was booked to join Justin on various media commitments. He also knew everything Justin had planned for his show and he was still blown away.

Or at least… so he thought he knew everything. After the last big number where Justin danced with his backup dancers led by Harry and Brody, the dancers all piled off and Justin took his microphone from the stand when the setlist showed a brief break and costume change at this point.

Justin took one of his earpieces from his ear so he could hear the crowd and the lights went up so he could see at least the first few rows of the audience, who were screaming and cheering... )

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[personal profile] photoflashes
Who: Jaxson Colt and Paxton Carlyle (and Liam Morgan later)
What: Little bit of progress
Where: Neurological Unit, Mount Sinai
When: After this

While Brandon’s condition deteriorated, Paxton had been improving little by little. It gave Jaxson something to take his mind off the fact there was a significant chance Brandon could die and he would never have another conversation with him again. He understood why he couldn’t visit him at the moment but it still hurt and he didn’t really know how to process any of this. Even though Paxton was still quite unwell in his recovery and they didn’t know what long-term issues he could have, he had been a really good listener when Jaxson poured his heart out about how he was feeling.

They finally got some good news about Paxton’s condition too. Evan had come on board as his treating Neurologist and he had been trialling some meds that could help Paxton with his vertigo and the fact he either threw up or passed out (sometimes both) whenever they tried to sit him up for longer than a couple of minutes. The medication meant Paxton started to feel a lot better and could be upright with just a little controlled nausea and lightheadedness. He still couldn’t feel his legs and he had on and off numbness and pins and needles in his arms, but it was a huge improvement.

So much so that Evan thought it might be okay for them to try to get Paxton out of bed for a bit and after gradually sitting him up more and more, that morning, they got him into a wheelchair so Jaxson could take him down to the visitors lounge at the end of the hall with views over Central Park... )

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Who: Jaxson Colt and Paxton Carlyle (with Liam and Miles)
What: Pieces of memories
Where: ICU, Mount Sinai
When: After this

Jaxson was at home - aka, Brandon and Merlin’s place - taking a shower when his phone rang. Because things were pretty precarious with Brandon’s condition right now, he didn’t want to miss any calls in case he had taken a turn for the worse. If that happened, he was going to be at the hospital, no questions asked. He still had shampoo in his hair and suds on his body when he took the call, surprised to see it was Liam.

After Liam told him Paxton was a little more lucid now and was up to seeing him, Jaxson, of course, wanted to know if Paxton remembered him at all. He said Paxton had holes in his memory, it wasn’t isolated to Jaxson but Pax took the news about him well and asked to see him. Liam just told him to prepare himself that Pax might not be up to too much but he had recovered enough to understand when Liam told him about Jaxson and enough to ask to meet him. But Paxton still didn’t have any feeling in his legs and his speech wasn’t the best. Jaxson was prepared, he was just terrified because he didn’t want to distress Paxton in any way.

He was too distracted to bother with worrying about what to wear... )

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[personal profile] signofthetimes
Who: Brandon Blake, Merlin Blake and Jaxson Colt (with a bit of Liam and Miles)
What: And so, it begins...
Where: Oncology Unit, Mount Sinai
When: After this

Brandon hardly slept the night before. He must have fallen asleep somewhere around three and the alarm went to wake them at five to get to the hospital by six thirty. It was a lengthy admission process this time. He wasn’t just coming for an outpatient chemo infusion this time. They were checking him in to start the transplant conditioning therapy and total body irradiation to kill off all the cancer cells in his body and make room for the new bone marrow. During this time, Merlin would be taking a special medication to stimulate growth of his white cells to be able to give the best bone marrow donation possible.

Starting the whole transplant process was terrifying and confronting but he knew it was his only way of possible survival. Without it, the leukemia would kill him in within a couple of months, at most. That didn’t make Brandon feel hopeful because there was no guarantee it would work. That was probably what made it so hard going into. He was subdued and quiet through the admission process. He was glad Merlin and Jaxson were there with him because all the questions, poking, and prodding were putting him on edge. At least, until Tara came sat down to talk with him and Merlin before she hooked up the infusion, getting him to open up a little about how he was feeling and what he was worried about. She ended up giving him a shot of Valium and coaxed him to try to sleep if he could once the infusion started.

Brandon watched as the nurse connected his central line to the chemo IVs and hooked him up to some fluid therapy in case he felt dehydrated, nauseous, or dizzy... )

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[personal profile] wannabesurgeon
Who: Liam Morgan, Jaxson Colt, Damien Larson, and Paxton Carlyle
What: Long road to recovery
Where: ICU, Mount Sinai
When: Few days after this

Christian ordered Paxton’s sedation to be eased off three days ago and it took that long before he started responding. Liam juggled his roster and called in a few favours to have a few days free so he could sit with Paxton in case he came around. He wanted to be there to know what Paxton’s condition was and is there were any serious complications from the meningococcal. It could be a long waiting game but throughout the night, Paxton had been showing signs of regaining consciousness. In the morning, he had woken on and off briefly but he wasn’t really conscious but responded to pain. It was a good sign.

Liam sat with him and went through way too much coffee than was healthy. Damien was there more often than not... )

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[personal profile] signofthetimes
Who: Brandon Blake and Merlin Blake with Liam Morgan, Jesse Hartley, and Jaxson Colt
What: Going through the motions
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Couple of days after this

Merlin was on the phone to Damien, getting an update on what was happening with Paxton and the domino effect set in motion when the tests confirmed he had meningococcal meningitis. But he was holding Brandon’s hand at the same time, watching him stare at the radiology images on the screen of an iPad. Things had been feeling a little like they were in overdrive since they got back to the city. Paxton falling seriously sick and Jaxson’s chances of contracting it high because they had been intimate meant Brandon was understandably stressing about his BFF. Even more so because he wasn’t allowed near him. If Brandon so much as caught a minor infection, there was significant risk it could kill him.

He stroked his thumb across Brandon’s knuckles, taking in the updates Damien was giving him... )

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Who: Liam Morgan and Jaxson Colt
What: Medical Protocol
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this

Jaxson was dressed in a hospital gown with standard hospital-issue blue scrubs pants, pacing beside a hospital bed in a room he had been placed in alone soon after Paxton was rushed to hospital in an ambulance pretty much as soon as the plane landed. They didn’t even take the plane up to one of the gates to get him off. The ambulance was down on the tarmac to meet them and Jaxson had never been so terrified in his life. This was on par with how scared he had been seeing Brandon’s cancer post on Instagram. As soon as they were at the hospital, Paxton was rushed away up the hall by a frenzied team of doctors and nurses, disappearing through a pair of doors that heavily swung shut in their wake.

Then Jaxson was whisked away to this hospital room, told to change out of his clothing, and immediately hooked up to IV antibiotics. He tried to ask the nurse what-the-fuck was happening and whether Paxton was going to die but all she could do was tell him a doctor would be by to see him soon. He wanted to know where the fuck Liam was because he promised he would be at the hospital when Paxton got there but Jaxson hadn’t seen him. He hadn’t seen anyone and all the texts he had tried to send went unanswered. He hadn’t even been able to get a reply from Brandon, who he thought might be able to get some info through Merlin. It felt like a big gaping void of nothingness, especially considering the nurse told him not to leave the room.

Soon, Liam came into the room wearing purple scrubs and a surgical face mask... )

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[personal profile] wannabesurgeon
Who: 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... )

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[personal profile] englandrocks
Who: Paxton Carlyle and Jaxson Colt (with Liam Morgan by phone)
What: "Fever sure has got me good."
Where: En-route, Paris to NYC
When: After this and this

Shortly after checking in on their return flight from Paris to New York, it was soon announced that the flight was cancelled for some reason or another and they had to wait to be put on another flight out. If Paxton didn’t have such a splitting headache, he would probably want to let loose a string of uncharacteristic expletives. All he wanted to do was get back to New York so he could get the connecting flight up to Cape Cod to be there for Liam’s wedding ceremony. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t a ‘real’ wedding or that it was ‘small’. Liam was getting married, he wanted Paxton to be his Best Man, and Paxton didn’t care that he had to fly to Paris and back in two nights to work a fashion show he booked a year ago. For Liam, he would do it.

But his headache made the whole thing seem extra stressful and the Ibuprofen he was popping didn’t seem to be touching it. He couldn’t even blame a hangover because he hadn’t had a drink since Merlin’s wedding. He had woken up in the middle of the night feeling a little rough but he put it down to jetleg and went back to bed. He woke up with the headache and only had an espresso for breakfast hoping the caffeine would give him a bit of a boost of energy. He wasn’t usually a coffee drinker. He was born and bred in London, he was a tea snob with the best of them. But tea didn’t break through tiredness like coffee.

He and Jaxson spent two nights in London which was pretty much one luxurious hookup. They chatted for ages at Merlin and Brandon’s wedding and Jaxson asked him if he wanted to come back to the guest house he was staying at for the night. But Paxton had to take a red-eye flight back to New York City to catch his connecting flight to Paris the following morning. So, he told Jaxson he was welcome to come to Paris with him if he didn’t mind multiple timezone hops in a couple of days. And it was fun. But Paxton realised through the whole thing that he didn’t get much satisfaction out of the casual sex thing. He preferred the idea of dating, slowburn, building up to it, sex with feeling. He wondered if he had just been spoiled in is relationship with Liam and wondered while he was working at the fashion show why everyone seemed to think casual sex was awesome. It was nothing, at all, on Jaxson. He was great and it was pretty awesome sex, in essense. But it lacked something significant Paxton was obviously looking for.

By the time they were put on another flight, Paxton was tired and relieved to just get on the damn plane... )

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[personal profile] signofthetimes
Who: Brandon Blake, Merlin Larson, Lachlan Campbell, Tara Campbell and Wesley Knight plus anyone else tagging in!
What: Wedding Reception, cont...
Where: Cape Cod, MA
When: After this and this

Brandon was sitting on the floor with Merlin's head in his lap, fanning him with a copy of their wedding program and holding some dampened napkins to his forehead. After the shock of the news had Merlin passing out cold on the dancefloor, they got him out of the crowded reception hall into a little annexe room out the back so he could breathe and have some space. Breathing and space was exactly what Brandon needed to try to process this but at this point 'try' was as good as he got. He couldn't even remember how to speak but Merlin still being out cold was a distraction for him to focus on without having to think about the hard stuff.

Lachlan and Tara had come through with them (Lachlan was the one who had to carry Merlin) and Wesley followed in a panic. Brandon understood that Merlin's family probably wanted to come check he was okay but he appreciated that they stayed into the main hall for the moment. He needed time to process. It had already been a fucking emotional day so this felt like he was either running out of emotions to process or he was literally emotionally spent.

Merlin started to come-to and Brandon rubbed his chest softly. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just take it slow."
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[personal profile] wannabesurgeon
Who: Liam Morgan and Paxton Carlyle with a little bit of Damaien Larson
What: Working through it
Where: Morgan/Watson/Carlyle/Larson Apartment, NYC
When: Same time as this

It had been a hell of a ‘break’ away in Cape Cod and the ride home proved to be just as eventful when Jace had a seizure on the final leg of the drive. Liam and Damien drove with Jesse and Jace in case of this type of emergency (Jace couldn’t fly) while Merlin, Brandon, Wesley, and Noah flew home on Brandon’s private jet. They would have arrived home hours ago and Merlin and Brandon would go straight from the airport to the hospital for Brandon’s chemo session.

Liam realised how tired he was after the drive and helping Jesse get Jace home safely when he tried to open the apartment door with his phone and then fumbled his keys and dropped them twice. “I’m seriously knackered,” he murmured, giving Damien a tired smile after stooping to pick them up again. “I wish we could crawl into bed together for one hell of a nap. Shame you have to pick up your parents from the airport.” He leaned in so they could share a soft kiss but it inevitably turned into something longer and more heated when Damien pressed Liam up against the door in their embrace.

Damien groaned and reluctantly broke the kiss, shifted to adjust himself in his jeans... )

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[personal profile] englandrocks
Trying to pack for an international trip with a cranky bitch doctor who has worked 12 nights straight is a nightmare. I may get bitchslapped.
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[personal profile] englandrocks
Don't panic when you get home and I'm not there. Scotty's taken me to the grocery store to get some shopping because I want to make you a nice dinner. Hope your shift wasn't too crazy x
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[personal profile] englandrocks
Who: Paxton Carlyle and Liam Morgan
What: Changes
Where: Liam and Paxton's Apartment, NYC
When: Day after this

Paxton woke before Liam, and in his sleepy daze, got a bit of a shock realise his arms were around someone. His moving hadn't disrupted Liam or woken him. It left Paxton lying there with his thoughts, all filled with what happened the night before. So much could change when Liam awoke in the cold light of day. Paxton knew all about Liam's condition. No matter what happened last night, that didn't mean it would progress to anything else beyond it. His gut was feeling unsettled at the thought, but there was no winding the clock back. He didn't want to do that, but he was distinctly aware Liam's emotions were shaky at the best of times, and he had been depressed lately. Flat, fatigued, on autopilot. He had asked Zander frequently if he had seen Liam at the hospital, and if he had, asked how he had been. Zander said their paths crossed occasionally, but Liam didn't work general shift hours. It could all depend on what trauma surgeries landed with his team. Every time he asked, Zander always punctuated it with, 'Call him'. Paxton always found an excuse why not to. None of them were valid.

He was aching all over because he would be well overdue for his pain medication. He looked at the clock on Liam's nightstand, and couldn't believe it when the digital numbers read 2.33pm. But the clock hadn't buzzed, so Liam mustn't have been rostered on. He knew Liam always set his phone and the alarm clock since he had begun to take medication to help him sleep. Paxton was okay lying there. He could hear Liam's deep breathing, and with his arm wrapped around Liam, he could feel the soft thud-thud of his heart beneath his palm. It was comforting. He didn't want to let go. Only, he foiled his own plan when he started to sneeze. Not just once, but six times, to be exact. By the time he was done, Liam was awake and had rolled over to look at him through squinted eyes and scrunched up face. Correction: he was barely awake.

"Shit," Paxton cursed and then sneezed three more times. "Fuck. Sorry."
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[personal profile] wannabesurgeon
Who: Liam Morgan and Paxton Carlyle
What: "Don't listen, let it happen..."
Where: Liam & Paxton's apartment
When: Late night

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Too still. It had been ever since Paxton decided to go and stay with Zander while he recuperated from his injuries. It hurt more than Liam wanted to think about, but again, he buried his head in the sand because thinking and feeling it was too hard. He fell back into his work routine. Work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep. Trying to remember to eat, shower, do laundry, make sure the milk didn’t spoil so he at least had tea.

He had four days straight off now. It was late at night after a twelve hour shift on his feet. Some terrible surgeries had landed upon his team that day, and it wiped him out. He was over-tired and too emotionally shaken to be able to sleep. He turned the TV up a little louder to try to drown out the heavy silence, and went back to staring at the article on the screen of his laptop on a cushion in his lap. How to Love Your Partner When They Had a Guarded Heart. How could there only be five tips there? And how, if it was only five, was it so hard to love him anymore? He had been staring blankly, numbly, at the screen for a length of time he lost track off. It was awhile. He had re-read it into the double figures now, wondering if he was reading something different to what everyone else interpreted. How could it sound so easy? Maybe that first point said it all. It will not be easy. Was that the deterrence? It was too hard to manage it?

A romcom was playing on the TV, so Liam turned it down and used the other remote to turn his stereo on instead and connected it via wifi to his phone. He found the latest playlist and turned that down low instead... )
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[personal profile] londonbitch
Who: Zander Carlyle, Paxton Carlyle and Liam Morgan
What: Trying to keep it together
Where: Liam and Pax's apartment, NYC
When: Friday morning

It had been literally one of the worst moments of Zander's life when he got the phone call that Paxton had been attacked. It was right up there with the moment Lewis told him he was diagnosed with cancer. Zander had absolutely flipped his shit, but as soon as he came and saw how badly shaken Liam had been, he pulled himself together to help him. He had to be the big brother here, no matter how scared and hurting he was himself. There was no way to get around the fact Paxton could well have been killed with what happened, but he did it to protect Liam. At the end of the day, Zander wasn't shocked by that part of all this at all. Liam was one of the most important people in Pax's life. Pax would die for him. It was just how it was.

Thank fuck he hadn't. But he had been pretty nastily hurt, though not to the point his life was hanging in the balance. He had lost his spleen, but it was a small price to pay. They took it out because it was causing him to bleed internally, which sorted the worst of the injuries out. Besides that, he had a couple of broken ribs, a broken ankle, a broken collar bone, a concussion, and countless cuts and bruises. It was so fucking lucky he escaped with only those injuries. It meant he could be discharged from hospital after only a few days.

Both Liam and Zander were taking time off to care for him. Liam was shaken and had some superficial injuries himself. He needed to recover psychologically, which is why Zander was coming to stay with them. Liam wanted to take care of Pax, but it was just best all around that he didn't try to shoulder it all alone. Pax looked pretty roughly, and he couldn't weight-bear on the ankle yet. But he also couldn't use crutches because of the busted collarbone. He was stuck to being transported around in a wheelchair, which Liam had taken control of when they got out of the cab.

Pax was quiet. Zander didn't want to push either of them. "You guys just want to hit the sack to get some rest, or do you want me to make you something to eat and drink? Maybe tea and toast? You need to be in bed, though, Pax." He would be whacked for days to come, but Zander was just so fucking relieved his little brother could be out of hospital. That meant he was going to be okay. At least, physically. It was hard to tell how either of them were emotionally and psychologically.
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[personal profile] keytomylife
Who: Miles Morrison and Liam Morgan
What: Love and support
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: Early, early Sunday morning

This was one shift Miles was so glad he was on. He and Rhys both worked long hours on the weekends, but it meant they had days off together during the week, which was really their 'weekend'. They had found such a sweet and easy rhythm together, that Miles had never once doubted their decision to try taking their relationship from friendship to dating and romance. It wasn't hard. It wasn't miserable. It wasn't a battle. They adored each other's company. And now, they were engaged to be married, and tentatively talking about their wedding. They hadn't set a date yet. Nor would they any time soon. They wanted to be living together for twelve months first, to be sure they were happy together, and could function under the one roof long-term. It wasn't a given just because they loved each other. But they both agreed they would cherish a long engagement and it would give them plenty of time to figure out what they wanted for their wedding.

You just never wanted someone you knew to be a patient. But it happened. New York might be the biggest city in the world, but it was a small world. There was lots of interconnections, and the truth of the matter was, a lot of the staff at the hospital knew each other and hence their worlds interlinked. Miles valued that. He was lucky to love both his work and home life. He was more content than he had ever been, and hadn't felt low or sad in a long time. Even on the days he missed his dad, it wasn't as desperately painful because he was more content within himself.

But he didn't forget what he once had with Liam. He and Liam were still friends now. Even if it had been rough after the break-up, they salvaged a friendship and could nurture it back to something special. So, when Miles realised that the next patient being rushed into his bay was Paxton, and Liam had come in with him and was standing in the hallway covered in blood, Miles felt sick. But he had to focus. He wanted to give Liam a hug, but Paxton was unconscious, bleeding, and covered in bruises, presenting with a head injury and suspected internal bleeding.

It was typical resus panic, with Riley and Payton in control of their team. They stabilised Paxton, and he had to be sent to surgery to stop the internal bleeding. Throughout the frenzy of working on Paxton, Darius and Andrew, the paramedics who had brought Paxton in, handed over to them that Paxton had been beaten up by a couple of assailants, and from the sounds of it, it had been because he was trying to protect Liam from something. What the fuck had happened? "Miles, can you go assess Liam?" Riley requested once Paxton was stabilised, but condition still yet to be determined by tests and scans.

Miles didn't have to be asked twice. Liam had been taken to another bay in Triage, and he was sitting there, still bloodied, white as a ghost, and shaking. He had a shock blanket wrapped around him, and a Nurse's Aid was sitting with him, holding his hand and trying to get him to have a cup of tea. "Thanks, Hallie. I can take it from here." She pulled the curtain when she was gone, and Miles pulled the chair up close near Liam. "What happened, Li? You need to tell me what happened, okay?"
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HERE @ [community profile] muserevival

"A real friend steps in when the rest of the world steps out."
- Unknown

Paxton did something he hadn't done in ages - called in sick to work. He wasn't quite sure what the process was if a model was out sick, but he had more important things to worry about. When he went to visit Trent, he lost complete track of time. It had been a nice and relaxing evening. They talked, a lot, about many things, and it was easy to forget about the world beyond those walls for just a little while.

What he didn't plan on, was falling asleep beside Trent on his bed, and not waking up until late morning the next day. He woke up to countless missed calls and texts, so many that he knew just looking at his screen that something had happened. The look on his face must have said it all, because Trent was immediately asking if he was okay, and what was wrong. Paxton didn't have any answers for him. He could piece together that something happened with Liam, but most of the messages just boiled down to urgent pleas for him to call, or demanding to know where he was.

He apologised profusely to Trent for both falling asleep when they had been spending time together and needing to run off as soon as he woke up... )
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[personal profile] englandrocks
Who: Paxton Carlyle and Trent Lamont
What: Non-conventional date
Where: Trent's cousins' place, NYC
When: After this

It had been a bit of a marathon work day for Paxton. He knew he wasn't on the same scale as being a trauma surgeon like Liam was, but if he was booked with a bit of a nasty arsehole photographer, it was a lot of hardwork to stand and get your picture taken for hours on bloody end. He was weary and achy all over, but he found that despite that, he was excited about seeing Trent again. He had been worrying about him, of course, but Pax found that when he tried to call Trent, it would go to voicemail. He didn't think much of it, assuming it was because Trent was sick and recovering. He was probably sleeping a lot, considering he had to have surgery to fix the problem that was making him feel so sick.

After about a week, he just assumed that perhaps Trent was cool with them just having a professional relationship, rather than a friendship. Paxton respected that. He didn't get upset or paranoid. Which is why it had been a lovely surprise when Trent sent him a text out of the blue - and to ask him on a date, at that! Paxton had nearly fallen off his chair when he read it. Then immediately blushed bashfully because he hadn't been asked on any sort of date in a long time, and it felt really good. He couldn't deny that he had already been admiring how hot Trent was, even ill.

The initial plan was to go to dinner sometime when Trent was feeling better. What he had been sick with made his stomach really upset and he hadn't been eating last Pax saw him. It hit him later in the day while he was daydreaming about bitchslapping the photographer that a date didn't have to be dinner or conventional, right?

He was shown to the room Trent was occupying until he could go back to his own place. Trent was in bed, and even if he did have a bit more colour in his cheeks to last time, he was still in his PJs and looking unwell. Paxton smiled when he came in carrying a basket. "Now, I had an epiphany. I thought that because you've been sick, you've probably not only been feeling under the weather, but also lonely and a bit down in the dumps. So, why do we have to wait on our date? I brought a nice cosy blanket for us, and some soup from a deli that was recommended to me, a hot water bottle for your stomach, and some massage oil. I thought I could give you a back rub because you've been stuck in bed, and then we could maybe watch a movie, or sit and talk if you're not up to having anything to eat?" The first thing he did was take the bouquet of white roses from the top of the basket and hand them to Trent. Some things could still be conventional date-like, right?
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So, it has actually taken me over a week to pluck up the courage to do this, but... would you like to have dinner with me sometime?
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Ten things you want to achieve in 2017

1 - To survive Kiss a Ginger Day without bruises this year
2 - To hopefully succeed with my modelling career
3 - To come to like New York
4 - Try to tackle homesickness for London without wanting to run home
5 - Maybe meet someone special and fall in love
6 - Inject some time into a charity
7 - Never forget to keep in touch with my family back home
8 - More quality time with my BFF
9 - Not get a big head doing the job I do
10 - Make more friends here in New York
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Yay, a near-naked photoshoot in the winter two days after snow, said no model over.
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Who: Trent Lamont and Paxton Carlyle
What: When nothing is turning out how you hoped
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital, NY
When: Day after this

Trent was feeling horrible, but he realised horrible was the better option than dead. He couldn't believe he was in hospital. He couldn't believe he keeled over and nearly dropped dead the first day of his dream job. New York was supposed to be a fresh start for him, but there was nothing fresh about this. It felt liked he was cursed. He could barely process everything he had been told, but he was sure all this stuff attached to him and the fact nurses were coming in every fifteen minutes to check on him meant that his life had been as on the line as they told him it had been.

And Paxton had saved his life. Trent couldn't remember any of that. All he could remember was how sick he had been feeling, trying to just keep getting on with work. He hadn't wanted to screw his first damn job up, and he couldn't call in sick on his first day either. Now he had doctors and nurses trying to gently remind him that he should not only have stayed home, but gotten himself to a doctor with the symptoms he had been having. He wasn't a medical professional, he just thought he caught a bad flu. Maybe he was run down after the quick move, and trying to get his shit together in a really short space of time.

Whatever all the precursor to this was, this was where he was at, and he was feeling not only stupid but still sick. And lonely. Because he had gone from living in a place with five room mates to a tiny studio alone, and even if he had Angela and Ainsley in the city, he didn't know anyone else. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was go home.
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Who: Paxton Carlyle and Liam Morgan
What: BFF moral support
Where: Mount Sinai, New York
When: After this

Paxton came to the hospital after Trent was taken away in an ambulance, stable but still unconscious. The paramedics had praised Paxton for his quick-thinking and rapid CPR to revive Trent, but no one could know at that point what was wrong with him. The paramedics pricked his finger to check his blood sugar in case he was diabetic, but it was normal. His blood pressure was so low, they needed to put the cuff around his ankle to get an accurate reading. Trent was white, sweating, and shivering so they wrapped him in a shock blanket and loaded him onto the gurney. Guy went with him, being his boss. According to Guy, Trent had family in New York and he was going to get in touch with them as soon as he could.

Still, Paxton just felt like he had to come here to support him. Trent was a friggen stranger, but here he was, sitting in the ER waiting room with his phone cupped in his palms. He had sent Liam a text, but there had been no response. When he tried to ask the receptionist if she could call Liam for him, she told him Liam was currently in the OR in the middle of the procedure but could leave a message for him. Paxton just asked her if the message could be that Liam call him when he was able, and let him know he was in the ER. He didn't want to freak Liam out. It was only after that he realised he message sounded like he was the patient, but he didn't want to waste her time getting her to call and leave an amended message.

He knew he wouldn't have a chance in hell of getting any information about Trent. He hoped Liam might be able to get some vague secondhand information. Paxton didn't know if Guy was still here or not. Mostly, he was just sitting there feeling useless and worrying that something might be seriously wrong with Trent. What if he died anyway? Had Paxton done enough? What if he hadn't remotely done enough? He was shaken and didn't know what more he could do than just sit there and wait."
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Who: Paxton Carlyle with Trent Lamont
What: Matter of life or death
Where: FABULOUS Studios, NYC
When: Day after Christmas

Right about now, Paxton was severely doubting his decision to take this modelling contract. It was the day after Christmas at what felt like the arse crack of dawn, trying to pretend he was a model because this shoot needed to be in the first issue up in the New Year. But you didn't just take fashion photos and be done. Hundreds of the fuckers were taken so they could made sure they got the best shots that showcased the designers' work. This was a spread, so Paxton was the one model modelling a range of designers in one theme. At least this one wasn't outside like the one he did before Christmas and nearly froze his fucking nuts off. It was true, this modelling thing wasn't glamorous... not by a long shot.

This wasn't the first time Paxton had worked with Guy. Most of the jobs Charlotte had booked him had been Guy. She had told him before he signed that Guy was the best in the business, but he was also a gigantic bitch and extremely serious about his art. Thankfully for Paxton, he got along like a house on fire with Guy. Probably because he didn't question him and he wasn't a bitchy model trying to tell him how to do his job. He just did whatever Guy directed, got in and got the job done. It made it easier for both of them.

That day, however, there was a new face with Guy. He introduced him as Trent, his new Assistant Photographer. At first, Paxton thought that meant his Assistant, but it was obvious Paxton was actually there to help Guy take the photographs. Sure, Guy had been advising him along the way of the sorts of shorts he wanted, and Trent was using much of Guy's vast equipment, but he was definitely a photographer in his own right. Guy left him to it a few times to take business calls while Trent continued to work. It made sense. Guy was in incredibly high demand. Of course he needed helpers. Paxton knew, however, that Guy did all his own editing and didn't hand it over to staff like some photographers, so it said a lot about how high Guy held Trent's work in regard to have employed him.

When they came back after a brief break for Paxton to have a drink of water to stay hydrated and the makeup artist to attack him again with touch-ups, and the hairdresser to style his hair in a different way completely, Guy was briefing Trent again... )

NARRATIVE, COMPLETE
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First photoshoot. Shirtless in winter. I can't say I'm not admiring these New York views...

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Just got an email from my brother. Fuck, I'm scared to open it.
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Who: Paxton Carlyle and Liam Morgan
What: On the brink of complication
Where: Paxton's puny London apartment
When: this

Paxton had been shooting for an early night after work that night. He got takeout for dinner, took a bath, and hit the sack with his iPad to read a book. He had a lot on his mind before he even checked Facebook and saw Liam's post. He could never have anticipated what Liam said to him next, though. It was a shock, and now Paxotn had no idea how he was supposed to feel about it all. It didn't stop his deep care and affection for his BFF. He understood Liam's struggles and pain... but would something like this complicate it into realms neither of them knew how to handle?

Still, Liam needed him, so he got up and shoved his feet into his slippers and hiked the heat up just a little, seeing as Liam had been out walking in the rain. He was waiting for him when he arrived, the kettle already boiled and the tea brewing, complete with some of the apple pie he had left over heated up for them to have with their tea. Fuck, would he do anything to help Liam, but was this taking it too far? What if it made everything worse? Especially when Paxton had already told Liam he wasn't going to New York to try the modelling gig if Liam didn't go back too.

Liam came, and even though he had on a long coat and had an umbrella, he was still cold. Paxton held his arms around for a hug, and Liam accepted it. "You really know how to throw a guy a curve ball, you know that?"
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Got blind drunk. Kissed my mate. Broke my ankle. Fuck my life.
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Who: Clint Chevalier and Paxton Carlyle
What: Werk
Where: London, England
When: Saturday evening

Clint didn't expect to be back in London so soon, but here he was, a few weeks later, back to the scene of the crime... aka, his wedding. He hadn't travelled with anyone this time, and he was here to work rather than play. He had stood outside the hotel he had tracked Paxton down to, having a couple of smokes while he watched the coming and going. He knew if the dude left the hotel, he wouldn't miss him by a long shot. The guy was en epic ginger with flaming red hair. He would be impossible to miss.

Clint finished his smoke and flicked the butt to the ground, stamping it out with the tip of his boot. He checked the photo of Paxton on his phone again, just on the off chance the concierge staff were overrun with gingers. You never knew, stranger fucking things had happened. The man who entered the hotel lobby wasn't Clint Chevalier. It was a toffed up, posh as ever loving fuck professional businessman swathed in Armani and Italian leather accessories. His hair was slicked back, and what had replaced his sunglasses were a pair of thick-framed designer spectacles. Clint could pass for a Harvard graduate looking like he did right now, or a highly skilled plain-clothes detective.

He spotted Paxton straight away, and went up to him. "Hello, sir. Are you Paxton Carlyle?" he asked. His accent was that of a pristine, upper-class Londoner, so much so that he could be mistaken as fucking offspring of the Queen. Clint wasn't excellent at his job simply because he knew how to research. This was his bread and butter, and he had taken down piles of evil cunts. Thankfully, this case was child's play compared to what he usually worked. It was breezy, at best.
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Who? Paxton Carlyle and Damien Larson (with possible Liam Morgan later)
What? Meeting the BFF
When? After his text to Liam
Where? The Morgan home.

Damien didn't really think he could bring anything along to help with Liam's flu that hadn't already been contained the in the photo Paxton had posted. He just wanted to be here and show the other man that he cared, that he loved him, and that he wanted to be a part of caring for him when he was in pain, no matter what sort of pain it might be. There was a lot of that under the surface. Pain and heartache, trauma... things that Damien didn't understand personally, but knew he had to be able to handle and work through with Liam. They'd been there in the past... Damien had gone through nightmares with him, tried to be there for him. It had all worked until they got engaged, and then it seemed as if things began to spiral out of control.

He arrived at Liam's mom's place and she was the one to meet him at the door, directing him to where Liam and Paxton were upstairs with a warning to keep it down, because Liam was sleeping. Damien nodded understandingly before he ascended the stairs to find Paxton in the hallway. He just looked at him for a moment, utterly unsure of what to say here. He was a little intimidated by Paxton... He was attractive, and ginger, which Liam apparently had a thing for... and he was here before Damien was, which meant he'd known Liam was sick first. But he swallowed hard and extended his hand. "Hi," he said. "I'm Damien."
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1 - Best friends don't necessarily have to talk every day. They don't even need to talk for weeks. But when they do, it's like they never stopped talking. ~Author unknown
2 - There’s no other love like the love for a brother. There’s no other love like the love from a brother. ~Terri Guillemets
3 - Autumn is the season of change. ~Taoist proverb
4 - Adoption is when a child grew in its mommy's heart instead of her tummy. ~Author Unknown
5 - Never miss an opportunity to make others happy, even if you have to leave them alone in order to do it. ~Author Unknown
6 - A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be. ~Douglas Pagels
7 - If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work: "Hello. Can't work today, still queer." ~Robin Tyler
8 - Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart’s tears can dry at their own pace. ~Vernon Baker
9 - Make tea, not war. ~Monty Python
10 - My thoughts are free to go anywhere, but it's surprising how often they head in your direction. ~Author Unknown
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Who: Paxton Carlyle and Liam Morgan
What: BFF date
Where: London, England
When: Friday lunch

Paxton had checked his watch about 800 times in the last 45 minutes, and when he wasn't doing that, he was shooting off a string of worried texts. Today was his day off from his hotel concierge job, and he had arranged to have lunch with Liam at their favourite cafe. He told Liam he was happy to come meet him at his folks' place instead of going out, but Liam had said he wanted the fresh air and it would be nice to hang out at their old haunt. But he was late, and considering what had happened to his best friend recently, Pax was worried. He gave Liam the benefit of the doubt that he might just be late before immediately assuming the worst. He had just told himself he would give him two more minutes before he raised the alarm, when Liam finally came into the cafe, looking around for him.

He got up and went over to meet Liam near the entrance. "Hey," he said in concern, taking Liam's hand and then offered a hug. "Are you okay? I was getting worried. I was about to send out a search party consisting of not only all your family, but all mine, and maybe a good portion of Scotland Yard. You look tired," he noted. Liam had been looking tired since Paxton ran over to where Liam was staying with his parents when he first arrived in London. Maybe 'more tired' was a more accurate deduction. More tired or ill, maybe.

"Listen, love, if this is too much for you and you don't want to be out and about, I can take you home. We can still hang out there. You just don't have to people," he offered. The ball was always in Liam's court these days, and Paxton was okay with that. His best friend was a rape survivor, and now he had survived a suicide attempt. Paxton's needs paled in comparison to Liam's.

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