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Who: Richie Jameson and Nick Matheson with Harry Matheson
What: Results
Where: Pediatrics Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Saturday morning

It was always tough for Richie when he had patients he personally knew. Harry was the first patient handed to him when he got to work early that morning, and he had only been admitted to the ward from the ER for about 45 minutes at that point. Because Adrian was away for work, he had gotten up earlier than he normally would so he could visit his new baby nephew for a bit. Richie only had relative recent knowledge of being an uncle, first to a gorgeous little niece, and now a brand new nephew, . He fucking loved being an uncle, and all things considered, was doing well when his life had been under threat when he was born.

Harry was transferred to his care first thing, and Richie hit the ground running with the case. He had already been hooked up to intensive fluid therapy because his blood work showed some dangerous signs of depletion, all potential indicators that a confirmed diagnosis of Type I Diabetes could well be inevitable. Richie ordered an epic fuckton of tests on the kid to cover all basis, and had one of the nurses take as detailed a medical history and family medical history from Nick as they could. Richie knew Nick was a diabetic. That genetic link alone put Harry into a risk category.

( Richie hoped like hell they might identify some other resolvable cause of the sharp spike in Harry’s blood sugars... )

LOG, COMPLETE

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I'M AN UNCLE AGAIN.

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Who: Richie Jameson and Shannon Webster
What: More than a patient
Where: Pediatriacs, Mount Sinai
When: Middle of Monday night

It was a bit of a slow night at work, but you didn't take those for granted. Richie used the lull in his nightshift to check in on Shannon. The kid was practically family, and news of Niko had hit him hard. Max, Niko's brother and Shannon's dad, sent out a mass text to everyone Niko knew to alert them what had happened. There was too much going on for the news to come individually to anyway. Richie heard through Miles, who was on shift when Niko was admitted to the ICU in DKA. He was also hypothermic because he had been lying out there in the cold while his body was in shock from the DKA. He was in good hands and stable, but he was still critical because he had fallen into a coma. This was the dangers of diabetes you were warned about. This wasn't the first time Niko had been in a diabetic coma.

He expected Shannon to be asleep at that hour, but he was also having issues with uncontrolled pain, and Richie wanted to check if he needed any top-ups to get him through the night. The poor kid was awake and he was teary. Richie's heart immediately broke for him. He went over to the bedside and softly ruffled Shannon's hair. "Having a bad night, buddy? It's hard, I know. I know it hurts that you can't see him," he murmured and offered Shannon his hand to hold, using the other to grab some Kleenex to wipe away his tears.

thankfuckforlife

Okay, that's it. We're fucking eloping.

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Who: Adrian and Tristan Hewitt with Richie Jameson
What: Blood, sweat and tears
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: New Year night

Adrian was supposed to be a married man by now. Instead, he was standing at a hospital vending machine trying to get what would likely be a bland and tepid coffee to ring in the New Year. All that happened was 2016 dumping a timely reminder on them that no matter how good life could be, we all had our proverbial crosses to bear. Adrian being engaged to a hemophiliac was one of them.

Everything had been all set and ready to go for their ceremony that was doubling as a massive New Year's party. It wasn't meant to be. At least, not that day. And it was all a product of his beautiful man having a way too massive a heart for his own good. Richie had been working a late evening shift at work the day before New Year's Eve. He had a patient, a little boy, who had come in with injuries the parents reported was a result of him slipping on an icy step at the back of their house. Though when Richie had been examining the little boy, the child grabbed the sleeve of his mom's shirt and it tugged down, revealing bruising up the side of her neck and over her collarbone.

A short while later, when the mother tried to prevent the father going into the little boy's room, he had completely lost his shit and punched her in the face. Richie tried to to intercept so he wouldn't do her any serious harm, while one of the nurses called Security. They didn't get there before the damage to Richie was done. He copped to right hooks in the temple and a knee in the gut. It caused him to immediately start to bleed out, not just from his mouth and nose, which looked like a blood bath in itself, but the knee to the gut perforated something inside, and caused an internal bleed to.

Richie was rushed to theatre for them to try to get inside him to locate the source of the bleeding to stop it. All the while, the staff struggled to the bleeding from his head to stop. It had turned into an extreme medical emergency. Adrian had been at home trying to touch base with everyone to make sure the last minute details for their wedding were all in place when he got the phone call. Richie was still in the operating room when he got to the hospital, arriving there even before Karla did.

They found the bleed and cauterized it, but it was only with a lot of medical intervention that Richie's bleeds started to slow down. They had been administered blood transfusions all the while, yet he continued to bleed. The bleeding slowed, and Adrian was briefed by Christian in the ICU about what had happened. Richie face was black and unrecognisable from the contusions, and his torso matched. Before he bled so heavily, it made the bruising look much worse than it would for a normal person. All Adrian could do was hand the reigns of his wedding over to his Personal Assistant to cancel everything, telling her to pay whatever late cancellations fees were involved.

Richie wasn't conscious. He needed to stay in the ICU while they continued to administer blood transfusions to try to get his count back up. Other than the bruising, his skin was deathly pale and he was cold to touch. The last thing on Adrian's mind was the wedding. Christian had reassured Adrian that although Richie looked terrible, he was stable and there was no sign of serious head injury or bleeding on the brain. It was just that his body went into overdrive with the excessive bleeding, and they had to monitor him if it started to get worse again. All Adrian could do was sit and wait it out. And that was how he welcomed 2017. Watching the black coffee splattered into the cup, hearing the ball drop on the TV in the nearby waiting room as he picked the cup up and had a tired sip.

nothingelsematters

Richie's bachelor party tomorrow night! Like I was going to let my baby brother get married without inflicting a stag party on him. I'd say sorry in advance for what's planned, but I'm really not.

thankfuckforlife

So, we've set a date. New Year's Eve, and the party is on us. Or it's mostly on Adrian, but I think he's good for it :D

nothingelsematters

Just had an entire discussion with my brother about bum hair.

thankfuckforlife

Call me the messenger pigeon because Lewis is too tired to field texts:

Lorenzo's been admitted to hospital for a few days. There's some slight swelling of the brain from complications with the Hep C virus flaring up. He's immuno-compromised, so an infection has crept into his blood stream, possibly starting from something simple he picked up like a UTI. His medication is being re-adjusted, he's being administered some fluid therapy and IV antibiotics, and kept on observation. When he's discharged, he'll be sent home on bed rest. He's not unconscious, but he's exhausted. You all better be at the ready to step up and help with our princess, or I WILL hunt you down and beat you with a spiky dildo. Step up, or step in front of a bus, capiche?

thankfuckforlife

Brotherly Batcall. On it.

thankfuckforlife

Sorry, all, but my niece is the most adorably cute little person in the whole world.

thankfuckforlife

That awkward moment when you want a huge flashy wedding, but couldn't be assed planning it... and then Niko suggests a nudist wedding, and you catch yourself seriously considering it.

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Home, in our own bed ♥

keytomylife

If you want to go home and get some sleep, I'm off today so I can sit with Adrian until his brother gets in. You should get some rest, I really don't mind.

thankfuckforlife

Who: Richie Jameson, Adrian Hewitt and Miles Morrison
What: When TLC isn't enough
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: Middle of the night, Sunday

Richie was supposed to be at work for a day shift in a little less than five hours. But after being up with Adrian suffering increasing stomach pain and a fever that was gradually climbing, he called Nathan and told him he couldn't make the shift. Shortly after that, he made the decision that he should take Adrian in to the ER. Richie's fiancé had throwing up continuously for about five days now, and initially, he just seemed to be a flu bug. Adrian was a classic workaholic and tried to push on at work, but staff ganged up on him and called Richie to come and pick him up.

He just wasn't bouncing back after the conversation flu remedies Richie was ploughing into him. Now the nausea had stepped up into stomach pain and cramping. At one point, Adrian was doubled over in the foetal position on the bathroom floor from the pain. Richie had his suspicions about what might be wrong, but he was a pediatrician, and he didn't want to home-diagnose without the right diagnostic tools at his disposal. He suspected appendicitis at first, but Adrian vetoed that by saying he had his appendix out when he was a kid. That was when Richie started to worry even more, and Adrian's temperature was climbing little by little and was now in the high grade zone.

Richie brought him in, and having just been triaged by Miles, who was working an ER shift, they were waiting on a doctor to come assess him. Richie had a Red Bull in his hand because he was feeling sleepy given the time of the night it was. Adrian was lying on the gurney, curled up on his side, an arm nursed around his stomach. Richie was stroking his hair in soft soothing strokes. It was usually Richie the one in an ER bed getting treatment for his bleeds. It had shaken him up having the tables turned and Adrian to be ill. Adrian usually seemed as fix as an ox, and then some. He was incredible health-conscious and worked out to stay healthy with his crazy work schedule. The fever was indicative of an infection somewhere. Richie was hoping it was something relatively simple, with relatively easy treatment options.

Adrian was shifting then with a groan and hurried the sick bag to his mouth where he was, once again, sick repeatedly. Richie put the Red Bull aside to take Adrian's free hand to hold. When Adrian was done, Richie got up to dispose of the bag immediately and brought a fresh one back for him. "Do you want me to get a cool cloth for your face, honey? You're burning."

thankfuckforlife

I know it's, like, the middle of the night, but I'm taking Adrian to the ER, Momma. His fever's not coming down and he's got bad stomach pain, and his belly's a bit swollen. He's still throwing up. He had his appendix out when he was 9, so it's not that. I'm just worried, so I'm taking him in.

lastfirstkiss

Who? Richie Jameson and Jeff Hinton
What? Help me get my feet back on the ground.
When? Late Saturday night
Where? Richie and Adrian's place

Jeff hadn't even known where he was going at first. He'd started out walking away from the apartment, needing the fresh air and hoping it would clear his head, but there had still been a steady, slow flow of tears, and he didn't know where to go. He'd never told Niko that there was a no-sex rule in his apartment. There wasn't. Like, at all, even if it had been a while since Jeff had any sex to speak of. But this was hurting him in a way that he had never expected, and he couldn't seem to get control over the hurt to start to examine it more closely. Why did he care who Niko fucked? It was stupid to be bothered by it, and yet he was, and horribly.

He'd walked a couple of blocks before he decided to hail a cab and head for Richie's place. Maybe it didn't make the most sense in the world, and maybe it was late to show up unannounced. But he needed Richie right now, and he could only hope that his dickhead behavior wasn't going to come back to bite him here.

He paid the cab driver well before heading into Richie's building. The doorman recognized him from before, and Jeff headed up to Richie's apartment. He didn't want to ring the buzzer in case Adrian still wasn't well, instead sending his best friend a text: I'm outside your apartment. Mind if I come in to talk?

thankfuckforlife

You know, for a doctor, I make a pretty damn fucking good nurse.

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Spending the weekend with this angel, trying to decide on The Date #fiance #beautifulsoul

multiplelove

One brother from another mother getting engaged, and the other getting his life back #proud

thankfuckforlife

Look, my ex-boyfriend! :D — with Adrian Hewitt

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thankfuckforlife

PROPOSED.

TO.

IN.

MOTHERFUCKING.

DISNEYLAND!

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GUESS WHAT.

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#soundtrackoflife #themesong #truelove #insatiable #mymanisamazing

"INSATIABLE. Darren Hayes" (Watch on YouTube)

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Who: Adrian Hewitt and Richie Jameson
What: Happiest Place on Earth
Where: Disneyland
When: After THIS

That day had been, without a doubt, the best of Adrian's life. He had done and seen some incredible things in his relatively short life, but that day he had laughed more than he ever had and Richie had him smiling so much, his face was aching. They had a ball on all the rides, and it was the uplifting fun they needed after moving through a dark and stormy cloud together recently. No one was drunk, no one felt like they needed to be drunk, no one was bleeding, no one was feeling like this wasn't working. It was just perfect. The exact sort of perfect Adrian knew he wouldn't ever forget.

Now they were in a VIP area watching the Paint the Night Parade and waiting for the fireworks to start in a little while. Adrian had his arm tucked cosily around Richie's shoulders, while Richie stood snuggled in beside him with his arm wrapped around Adrian's waist. They were both wearing Mickey Mouse ears, because no trip to Disneyland was complete without that, as dorky as it probably was. Richie was munching on cotton candy, and feeding pieces of it to Adrian as he broke them off and tugged them free. The latest piece, Adrian bypassed and instead caught Richie's lips in a deep kiss. His lips and tongue tasted sweet, and Adrian smiled into the kiss. "Happy?" he asked with a smile, their lips still so close.

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Who: Just Richie
What: MF'ing Disneyland
Where: See above
When: After THIS

Richie's granddad had let slip over a family dinner one night one of Richie's amusing childhood moments. Having gotten pissed off at kids asking him why he didn't have a dad, he had began a phase of telling people 'I don't ever want to get married, I just want to go to Disneyland!' It was hilarious when you were eight years old. In many ways, Richie had grown up like his mom, ultimately being hardworking and career-focused. His conviction about Disneyland had never changed, but his ideals about marriage definitely had. Especially since Adrian had come into the picture.

It had been a rocky road, there was no doubt about that. Richie's life had been complicated shortly after Adrian had paid a million bucks for him in the bachelor auction. Even had Richie had been skeptical about the whole thing, they ended up sleeping together and the sex that first night had been fucking fantastic. Romance blossomed, and even though other parts of Richie's life became confusing and scary along the way, things kept evolving with Adrian.

Adrian never held back. He was romantic, funny, smart, talented, gorgeous. He was the perfect package, and it lead to Richie feeling sometimes that he was too good for him. Or that Adrian would eventually get fed the fuck up with having to run back to New York every time Richie got himself ill, injured or in an emotional wreck. But it had been Adrian who had been there for him when the ordeal with Zoran happened, when Richie had fallen ill and started bleeding internally, when things with Jeff died in the ass, and then when Richie suffered the vicarious trauma through his job with the rape victim patient and started drinking heavily.

( The drinking heavily had lead to him doing dumb shit like getting a tattoo of Adrian's name on him, which caused a hemorrhage... )

COMPLETE

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"Avicii - Addicted To You (Lyrics)" (Watch on YouTube)

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When you think you're going to The Hamptons for the weekend, but you get flown in a private jet to Disneyland to stay in the FREAKING MICKEY MOUSE PENTHOUSE #MOTHERFUCKINGDISNEYLAND

lastfirstkiss

Who? Richie Jameson and Jeff Hinton
What? Time to catch up
When? Saturday morning
Where? Diner of choice, NYC

Jeff was thrilled to be getting to have breakfast with Richie. He knew that things had been shit between them, largely due to his own failures to be a decent friend, but after Richie's scary descent into alcoholism, and the all-too-real knowledge that he could've lost his best friend while not being much a friend at all, Jeff was 100% determined not to fuck up his friendship with Richie anymore. A lot of the things that Rhys had said to him... about treasuring what matters, and realizing that success is nothing without people to share it with... had stuck with him. And Richie had been one of those people he'd shared his exciting moments with as long as he could remember. They'd been friends for so long that they'd gone through lost virginities, dating and breakups, and everything in between together. Stopping that now would only break Jeff's heart, as it had already started to do.

He arrived at the diner at the same time as his best friend, and they both took seats and got an order in quickly so that they could get to the business at hand -- a catch up. A good chat between the two young guys about what was going on in their lives. Jeff wanted to know more about Adrian. He wanted to know more about what was going on in Richie's life. He wanted to find their way back to the place where they could share things the way that they used to. "How're things going?" he asked Richie with a smile. "You certainly look a hell of a lot better than you did last time I saw you."

lastfirstkiss

Hey... Do you think maybe I could see you sometime this weekend maybe?

thankfuckforlife

Life's been sucking. Now to focus on what matters and makes me happy.

lastfirstkiss

Who? Jeff Hinton and Richie Jameson
What? Making it right
When? After Jeff's delivery
Where? Mt. Sinai

Jeff had headed over as quickly as he could after Richie texted him, intent on seeing his best friend and making it 100% clear that he wasn't done with their friendship. He wasn't giving up on all the years they'd spent together, and he wasn't walking away. He showed up at the hospital in less than the promised hour, and made his way to the room number that he'd gotten off Karla. She was like a mom to him, too, and at the end of the day, if not for the fact that Richie was concussed, and would probably bleed again, she probably would've knocked their heads together for how things had been between them lately.

He knocked gently on the open door before walking in quietly. Richie looked like hell... absolute hell, and Jeff's breath caught in his throat as he saw him. "Hey," he said softly, walking over to the hospital bed. "You... I'd ask if you were okay, but I'm pretty sure that's a stupid fucking question."

lastfirstkiss

with a note

Richie,

I know that you said to go away and not talk to you until you were ready to talk to me. I get it, dude. I hurt you more than anyone should ever be hurt by their best friend. But I'm scared for you... I have been for a while now, actually, and I want you to know that, no matter what happened between us, or what happens in the future, you're still my best friend, and I still love you like a brother, and I am so fucking sorry that I hurt you. If you're okay with me coming to see you, please let me know. I miss you and I want to see you and know that you're going to be okay.

Love,
Jeff

moviesismagic

Did you get Miles home okay? Richie's worrying about him.

livingforlife

Who? Richie and Karla Jameson
What? Heartbreak
When? After Miles and Richie's night out
Where? Mt. Sinai

Karla had hoped that, somehow, the time away in LA with Adrian would be beneficial for Richie. He hadn't been very forthcoming with talking to her about what was going on, and she'd tried with a couple of his Facebook posts and texts to get information out of him, but he seemed more than determined to shut her down. She couldn't begin to figure out why until Miles mentioned Richie bringing up rape, and somehow, it all started to click then, though specifics were hard to be sure of. After his post about pro-life preaching, and now this, she couldn't help wondering if it was all tied together somehow.

She was escorted to Richie's room, and her son looked horrible. It was to be expected with hemophilia, but it never got easier seeing him like this. It hurt like hell as a mom to see your baby hurt at all. She sighed softly as she settled into the side of the bed and looked at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "A tattoo, Richard?!" she asked, trying to use her exasperated mom voice, but losing it in the tears. "Oh, my god, baby... What on earth were you thinking?!"

keytomylife

Who: Just Miles Morrison
What: Alone
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC
When: Early Friday morning

Short of either of them ending up dead, the night out drinking for Miles and Richie couldn't have gone worse. Getting drunk was the easy part, but Richie had no intentions of taking it slow, and Miles just figured what the hell. He was miserable, and yeah, he wanted to be drunk. Why shouldn't he get drunk? He was an adult and he just been split up with in a pretty raw way for a pretty raw reason. Getting trashed for awhile was exactly what he wanted to do because sober, all he did was alternate between crying and feeling furious. He didn't like either option. Without work to distract him, going out just seemed like a good idea.

He just didn't know that Richie had been using booze as a band-aid for little while now. When Richie had started to get drunk, some references had been made to rape and not caring about whether he got drunk or not. Miles knew Richie's life was made by rape, but this wasn't to do with that. It was different. But as soon as Richie had mentioned it, he just hit some harder booze, bumping from double shots to triple, so Miles decided to follow suit. Of course, Miles knew Richie was hemophiliac, but at the same time, Richie was also an adult and a doctor, and capable of making his own decision (albeit bad ones) without his mate breathing down his neck. When Richie wanted to get a tattoo, Miles had just been too drunk to think rationally about it. He just thought it was hilarious.

( Miles had always been a happy drunk... )

NARRATIVE, COMPLETE

keytomylife

This is Richie's friend, Miles. I need to let you know Richie's in hospital. He's not doing too well and I know he'd want you here.

keytomylife

Karla? Richie's in hospital. Feel free to kill me, I deserve it.

thankfuckforlife

I'm going to elope, and then maybe move to LA.

livingforlife

Honey, when's your next time off that you have time to slot me in for mama time?

lastfirstkiss

Is it okay if I ask how you're doing?

moviesismagic

Who: Adrian Hewitt and Richie Jameson
What: Intervention
Where: Hollywood Hills, CA
When: Tuesday night

Adrian just couldn't stand by and do nothing when he knew something wasn't right with Richie. He had briefly spoken to Karla about it in a few text messages, but he couldn't let the fate of his relationship fall on a brief text message conversation. That just wasn't him. In his heart, he knew something was wrong with Richie. He didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. He just didn't know what it was. Or why. Or what to do to help. The distance between them while Adrian was working in LA for a few weeks didn't help. All it did was give Richie the tools to withdraw even more. The text messages and phone calls had fizzled out, and then Richie wasn't even answering calls.

So, knowing Richie had his four days off work now, Adrian bought him a first class ticket to fly him to LA so they could have time together and hopefully at least talk about how Richie was feeling. Adrian had no clue Jeff had spoken to Karla. Adrian didn't even know Jeff. He hadn't met him. All he knew was there had been this best friend, but now Richie couldn't stand to even hear his name, so Adrian never pushed any of that. It wasn't his business to push. He just figured if there was anyone important in Richie's life, he would have met them by now.

He just didn't factor in the possibility Richie would arrive drunk. Not steaming, but enough to have a slur to his words and a stumble in his step. Not to mention having to throw up spectacularly on the side of the road out of the limousine on the way to Adrian's Hollywood Hills home. Adrian was just fucking glad he had met Richie at the airport, or he might have ended up lost without a trace. Adrian didn't try to intervene that morning. All he did was put Richie to bed so he could sleep some of it off. You couldn't talk to someone in that condition; not someone who had already been withdrawn from you.

Now evening, was trying to decide if he should order something in for dinner alone, or if he needed something for Richie too if he woke up. He was sitting at the counter of the kitchen island with some takeout menus in front of him, lying there forgotten while Adrian sat with his head in his hands. He was so sure Richie wanted to split with him, and he was feeling miserable about it all.

thankfuckforlife

Booze and blow jobs: life distractions.

thankfuckforlife

Who: Richie Jameson and Jeff Hinton
What: Richie doesn't even know
Where: Adrian's apartment, NYC
When: Monday evening

Richie wasn't completely drunk that evening, but he had a few. Adrian was back in New York, but he had a business dinner to go to. Richie hadn't been in the mood to go as his Plus One. This was the first time since they started dating that Richie hadn't jumped at the chance to be Adrian's date. He just wasn't in the mood. He wasn't in the mood for anything. He didn't want to be awake, he didn't want to really eat. He hadn't recognised that something inside his mind had triggered some sort of something that was making his struggle to face life now a little bit too hard. That patient he had the week before really fucked something up inside him. All he could think about was what happened to his mom, and knowing that if she had done the same as this young girl wanted to do, he wouldn't be here.

The medical notes he had to take on her case kept haunting him. When he tried to go to sleep, they haunted him. He kept picturing it playing out in the flesh. He had seen all her injuries. He even had to examine her internally. She hadn't needed a female doctor for it. She had been given the option, but she said Richie was really nice and she wanted him. That was a compliment, he knew. He had to stay professional, he had to hold on to his bedside manner that he prided himself on so deeply. All the while, he knew inside that he was a product of rape. For the first time in his life, that was making him feel sick.

When the buzzer went to the apartment door, he contemplated ignoring it. He was sitting sluggishly on the count in just his pyjama pants drinking a bottle of beer and aimlessly watching TV on Adrian's huge wall-mounted TV. If it was the buzzer at the door and not a message through the intercom from the doorman, that meant it was someone on the list. Maybe it was his mom? She had been trying to do her mom thing, but he had been stonewalling her too. Then Carter tried, and Richie stonewalled him just the same. He hadn't even talked much to Adrian. He had been hungover the entire day before and Adrian took care of him. When he felt better, they had sex and then went to sleep. Not much talking, though.

Soon, he gave a long-suffering sigh and got up to answer the door, just so his mom wouldn't think he was dead and call in the SWAT team just in case. Adrian didn't need a scandal like that befalling his apartment. He took his beer with him and opened then door. When he saw who it was, the only greeting he gave was another heavy sigh and dropped his head against the door frame with a surly, "What?"

lastfirstkiss

Dude, are you okay? I don't know why, but I'm worried as fuck about you right now. Something isn't right... Got this weird feeling in my gut.

multiplelove

Who: Brett Jennings, Richie Jameson and Adrian Hewitt
What: Brotherly duties
Where: Adrian's apartment, NYC
When: Sunday night

Brett was really glad he was there that night, or Richie would have tripped out of that cab and fallen flat on his face on the sidewalk in front of Adrian's apartment block. Then that would have let to an all-out bleeding-fest and those were never pretty. Brett had all intentions of having a decent amount of drinks that night because he had a really long and hard week at school and things were still playing on his mind about Melody and the pregnancy. They were in this push/pull situation now where they weren't sure if they should date, weren't sure what their feelings were, and weren't sure how the hell to deal with the fact there was a baby on the way. Melody told him that Zoran had been distant these past couple of weeks, and Richie was basically incommunicado every time Brett tried to call him or text him. So, he dragged both of them out to a bar.

It turned out they were the ones who were both going to get totalled, and he had a few but was mostly sober. When Zoran was totalled relatively quickly, Brett called Caleb and told him to come pick Zoran up, so Brett could get Richie home safely. Richie was a mess. Brett had made it around the side of the cab just in time for Richie to try to get out. He caught his honourary brother just as he tripped on the gutter and his own foot, and stopped him smashing his face in. Richie was an uncoordinated mess in Brett's arms now. He was skinny and lanky, and it took some juggling on Brett's part to get Richie up on his feet again.

"Just don't puke on me, for fuck's sake," he said while he held Richie up and threw some cash in at the cab driver to pay for their ride. He elbowed the door shut so the cab could leave, and then held Richie up around the waste. "You were ploughing through those fucking drinks, dude. Are you going to tell me what the fuck's going on now?"

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