Entries tagged with [character] richie jameson

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"The doctor will be right with you."

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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"Love, pain and sorrow."

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.

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

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"Another one bites the dust."

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.

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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.

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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

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[ FACEBOOK ] with Richie Jameson

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

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[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Lorenzo's squad (all of you, including Jude, for some reason :P)

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?

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Brotherly Batcall. On it.

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

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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 ♥

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[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Richie @ thankfuckforlife

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.

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"I was made for loving you."

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."

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[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Mom @ livingforlife

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.

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"Help me if you can, I'm feeling down..."

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?

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