Entries tagged with [character] lewis sheldon

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"Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes."

Who: Sasha Stanford and Justin Campbell with Lewis, Cassidy, Tori, Zeke, Will, and later Mark
What: Getting back in the swing of things
Where: Casa de Campbell, Upper East Side
When: Friday

It had been a long-haul, but Justin was finally home from hospital. He had a week of intensive ketamine infusions and would go one day a week for the foreseeable future for them because there was no denying his bipolar had responded to it. On top of that, he had ongoing therapy with a psychologist and psychiatrist, as well as Ari working with him on therapy tactics in his everyday life to help him cope better both personally and professionally. Finally, Justin was on an upswing. In the last few days, he had been as stable as Sasha had seen him in a long time and he was champing at the bit to get back to some sort of work with his music.

That was why Sasha got home from school and his own quick doctor’s appointment to pick up new prescriptions for his migraine medication that he found Justin in their communal music/games/hangout room with Lewis doing some trial makeup runs with him. Cassidy and Tori were there watching too and when Sasha got further into the room, he saw Zeke and Will were there too. Justin was sitting on a stool by the window with a joint nestled between his fingers while he spoke to what sounded like Caden on the phone. The light breeze from the window was drawing the smoke through the small crack. All windows up this many floors in their house only opened enough to maybe get your hand out up to your elbow and nothing more. They were secured, and then doubled secured even more… a necessity with a suicidal person living there.

( At the moment, Justin had to have a certain low dose of medicinal marijuana to keep his manic episodes at bay... )

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Going to need this little miss to stop growing right now. SHE WAS ONLY BORN YESTERDAY OMG #guidedaughter #beautifulgirl #somuchlove

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"Nothing you confess could make me love you less."

Who: Sasha Stanford and Justin Campbell with Lewis Sheldon and Mark Campbell
What: The precipe of love
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Morning

Sasha had spent two nights in hospital. The only way they would let him out was if he followed doctor’s orders and went home to rest. Going home to rest meant not being close to Justin. It also meant his mom wanted him to go home to their place in New Rochelle, which was even further away from Justin. Things went from bad to worse. Not with Justin’s condition. Once they sedated him, he stabilised, even if he was unconscious. Unconscious was probably the best for him right now, considering his mind and body shot out of control. Unconscious was peace, and fuck knew he deserved peace to get better.

Amarlie - perhaps in a slight error of judgement - came to visit Sasha in the hospital after she had been sitting with Justin for a little while. Seeing her brother like that was confronting, but Sasha’s nerves were shot and he was on edge. Mixing that with the pain of his head injury was a disastrous cocktail and they had a huge fight. Most of it was one-sided, Sasha losing her shit at her about implying he was a liar to all their friends and telling her she had no idea the extent of what was going on because she wasn’t his real sister. It was so assholey of him, but he couldn’t help it. Sometimes, people just reached breaking point and he was angry at Amarlie for making what was already really fucking horrible even worse. She wasn’t privy to his decision not to tell Justin what happened. She did now. He had no choice but to tell her, because she wasn’t sedated like Justin and could easily find out the truth anyway. But Sasha knew that the more people who knew, the more people trying to stick their nose in on Justin’s private business, the more difficult it would be to keep it buried.

( Why didn’t anyone seem to understand why he needed to do this? They were going with it. For now. But what happened if they changed their mind? )

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When your baby girl has screamed her way through the week because of teething and still traumatised, you're sleep deprived and cause a domestic over running out of toilet paper, and you drop your phone in the toilet, what is there left to do? Have a smoke and fuck, and laugh about how much of a wanker you are.

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[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Lorenzo @ nothingelsematters

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"Count your blessings, not your problems." - Unknown

Times like this, Lewis was grateful to have a large extended family. Lorenzo understandably held firm on wanting to stay at the hospital to see Clint as soon as he could, and also meet their new nephew. Richie was going to bring him home afterwards, so Lewis could finally take Holly home. She was exhausted and didn't want to be put down. It was late morning, but everyone had been up all night. He didn't care about the time, he needed to get their daughter down to sleep, whatever tactics he needed to enlist to manage it.

( Holly was clingy and upset. She cried again when they left the hospital once she realised her daddy wasn't coming with them... )

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"These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading."

Who: Lorenzo Chevalier with Lewis Sheldon (about Angela Ashwood)
What: 911
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Friday morning

You hear about these miracle stories where tiny little kids saved people's lives by knowing to call 911... you just never expected it to be your own child. Lorenzo liked to think he was a good father. He had been trying to hard since his baby girl was born. She was two now, and even if being addicted to drugs meant she had some medical issues, cognitively, she was a smart little cookie. She wasn't a huge talker, but she talked well regardless. She was more of a snuggler and a giggler. Lorenzo had feared that her speech was delayed when she began to talk and didn't seem to have a whole lot to say, but he had been given vast reassurances by Holly's doctors that she was actually quite advanced. Early on, she would easily attempt to repeat what you said to her, and she learned what things were quickly. Some kids just weren't big talkers, and that was okay.

Knowing she was a little sponge and soaked up learning things quickly, Lorenzo and Lewis had really used that. They talked to her like she was a little person, not a baby, and there was really no holds barred in what they attempt to get her interacting with. Of course, as soon as it became evident she was a fast learning, Lorenzo told his cousin - now twin brother - to make sure he shut the fuck up on the cussing around her. It only took Clint coming to visit one day, Holly pointing at him and saying clear as day 'Fuck', that Lorenzo was only a short step from duct-taping Clint's mouth shut around his little niece.

( One thing they had started to teach Holly was how to dial 911... )

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[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Clint @ privateinvestigations

Lorenzo woke up last night. He's been pretty lucid during the night, and feeling okay, all things considered. He wants to know everything. But he wants you to write it all down in a letter or something, so he can read it and process in his own time. He's been asking how you were.

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"Alive with the glory of love."

Who: Clint Chevalier and Lewis Sheldon
What: Blood's not thicker than water
Where: Cardiac Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Wednesday morning

Clint was feeling a lot less agitated and traumatised after he slept nearly fourteen hours after getting back from Louisiana. Being back in his own bed, in his own home, as far a-fucking-way from New Orleans as possible, he slept much better. When he wasn't able to fuck out his frustration, despite the best efforts, it was clear all this shit ran much deeper than quite possibly anything he had dealt with in his life prior. Probably because it stirred up everything in the past, even things he thought he buried for good.

The first place he had to go was the hospital. He left Lincoln in bed, making sure he was quiet in the bedroom so he didn't wake him. Lincoln was going to need some TLC in the days to come. The trip had taken it out of both of them, and they were both just trying to keep their heads above water. Clint knew they weren't the only ones. And he knew that no matter how Yoda-like and strong Lewis seemed, that didn't mean he actually was just that. Clint knew what it was like to have the person you loved in a very fucking serious condition medically. He was just worried about seeing Lewis in case what he had been fearing was correct - Lewis would rather any other fucking dude with a cock to be his brother-in-law than Clint.

He bit the bullet. There was no room for procrastination. He needed to be with Lorenzo right now. Now that all the shit he had to deal with in Louisiana was sorted for now. The wheels would only grind back into motion when Lorenzo was in the driver's seat. Until then, they could fucking wait. She was a stiff now, her time was up. It made no fucking difference to her how long she waited anymore. As far as Clint was concerned, she was a non-entity to him. But Lorenzo grew up with her as his mother all along, and Clint would never deny him whatever grief process he needed to take, when he was well enough to be able to take them. Clint felt a hell of a lot of guilt surrounded this. So much so, it was eating away inside him. He probably wouldn't truly find any peace with it all until Lorenzo got better and they could talk.

He was hoping Lewis would be at the hospital when he got there. Lorenzo was still hooked up to all the medical shit because without it, his heart probably wouldn't be strong enough right now to keep going itself. All this, it cut too close to home for Clint, after all the months he struggled to keep his shit together when Lincoln was in this place fighting for his life. He came in and sat down beside Lewis. "Hey," he greeted him, settling into the chair with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his leather jacket. "How're you going? How's he doing? I was, uh... hoping we could talk about some shit."

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Contrary to popular stereotyping bullshit, not everyone suffering an emotional crisis goes out and gets blind drunk and turns into a simpering pile of pathetic ass jizz.

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I hate to have to do this on Facebook, but things are a bit tough for our family at the moment, and getting it through the grapevine to all you guys, our extended family, is an exhausting prospect. Lorenzo and Clint's mother was murdered in prison the other night. It lead to Lorenzo effectively suffering something like a heart attack caused by shock. If you Google Broken Heart Syndrome, you'll get the info.

Things are shit right now. We're all exhausted and you all know how I feel about prayer, so if that's your answer, do me a favour and fuck off before you waste your breath. Anyone who wants to send us positive and healing vibes from the goodness of your hearts and not the pages of a fairy tale about an imaginary friend in the sky, please do. We could all use them, especially Renz.

Love to you all x

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“Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole.”

Who: Lewis Sheldon, Clint Chevalier with Lorenzo Chevalier
What: Delivering bad news
Where: ER, Mount Sinai
When: After this

Lewis felt cold and sick. He had come home just in time to catch Lorenzo before passed out holding holding Holly. He had dropped his phone, and although Lewis could never have guessed the catalyst for the fact Lorenzo was white as a ghost and blacking out, he had picked up the the phone once he realised there was still a call connected there. He spoke with the Superintendent, and the horrific news was relayed to him because Lorenzo was incapable of finishing the conversation. Lewis had to kneel there by the sofa, Holly on his hip, Lorenzo slumped on the sofa where he had managed to move him, and listen to the details of the incident at the women's prison.

He sent Clint a text straight away, telling him that he knew he hadn't been feeling well, but he really needed to get over there ASAP. But Lorenzo wasn't easy to rouse. At all. Lorenzo wasn't just white, but he seemed to be struggling to breathe. When he did come around, he was disoriented and his breathing was laboured. He was sweating and said he felt sick. The most terrifying part was, he said he had pains in the chest. Lewis called 911 immediately.

Lewis never knew that shock could actually cause a heart attack. It couldn't. Not in the classic sense of a heart attack. But it could cause something extremely similar that had come to be known in the medical world was 'Broken Heart Syndrome'. Lewis was standing there in the hospital corridor with Holly nursed protectively to his chest as he listened to Sam explain what was going on. It was called Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy or Stress-Induced Cardiomyopathy. It was very real, and could very much have killed Lorenzo if Lewis didn't act immediately.

Whilst waiting for the ambulance, Lewis called Clint. He didn't have the time to give Clint a chance to answer. He just said something was happening to Lorenzo and to come straight to the hospital. Lorenzo was still in the resus bay, but he had been stabilised and Sam had come to have him transferred to the Cardiac Unit. Thank fuck Sam was his doctor, because Lewis trusted Sam implicitly, knowing he was one of Justin's secondary carers. Lewis felt ill. The only thing stopping him falling to his knees and breaking down was Holly. He had to stay strong for Holly.

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"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."
- Groucho Marx

Some nights, having a sick baby could be really hard. For Lorenzo, it was the hardest part of parenting. When your baby cried because they were sick or in pain, it broke your heart if you had an ounce of decent parenting within you. Unfortunately, it was just a cross he had to bear. His little girl had been born with some health issues because her mother was a heavy drug user when she was pregnant. It seemed like such a battle back then. She had gone off her anti-psychotic medication for the sake of the pregnancy, yet continued trying to self-medication because staying clean with an untreated mental illness was too much of a demon to fight.

( These days, when Lorenzo looked back on it all, it felt like someone else's memories. He was scarred from the ordeal, he knew that... )

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"In my dreams, I have a plan."

Who: Lewis Sheldon and Presley Monroe
What: Propositions
Where: Shades of Violet HQ
When: Thursday, late morning

Lewis had arranged to meet with Presley for lunch, but he had to unfortunately cancel that arrangement and brought the meeting forward - away from a meal time. Luck wasn't on his side when he and Lorenzo were out for a dinner function with various people from Caden's shows. Despite specifically requesting complete dairy-free, Lewis ended up sick from the meal and they had to leave. He then proceeded to spend most of the night praying to the porcelain god. Presley offered to take a raincheck on the meeting, but Lewis's gut was finally satisfied it punished him for his betrayal of putting poison in it. He still wasn't feeling well, but he was okay so long as he had water and wasn't near any food.

Presley came through to meet him in the waiting area outside his office and asked him to come through. He figured he must be looking pretty rough when Presley balked and told him he looked terrible. He followed him into his office and nodded as he took the seat Presley offered him. "I know, I'm not going to win any awards for being fabulous today. Sorry about ditching the lunch plans. I can't even think about putting anything near my mouth right now. Want to put me out of my misery about what this is all out? And give me directions to your nearest bathroom in case I need it?"

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[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Lewis @ letyourcolorsburst

I have a proposal for you. Do you think we could meet up?

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"The pain started years ago, but I’d lived with it for so long at that point that I’d accepted it as an inevitable part of me."
- Ashley D. Wallis

Lorenzo sat up long after Clint and Lincoln went home. As numb as everyone was, sitting there in awkward silence together trying to process it wouldn't do anyone any good. Lorenzo asked for time to get his head around it, Clint said he just either wanted to fucking sleep for a week or get trashed. Lorenzo got why he felt that. He wasn't offended. It wasn't the secret eliciting these emotions, it was how it all went down. It was the betrayal. On top of that, Clint had to process the fact he was the 'ditched one' because he had been a sick baby.

( After they left, Lorenzo just sat there in the dark thinking... )

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My tolerance level for divas is in Satan's a-hole right about now.

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Never not going to hit you in the feels when the guy who wrote Your Song with your other half passes away. Thanks for sharing it with us, big guy. Fly on loud and proud up there.

Lewis, love you, babe.

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I'd say Amen, but I'm not a fucking hypocrite.

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