just_1_word | 9.2. Hurting
Dec. 9th, 2008 06:48 pm9.2. Hurting
The corridor of the west Medical ward at Mount Sinai hospital was dimly lit, and Aiden stood there in an alcove near the pay phone with his hand pressed over his mouth. It was a desperate attempt not to cry, but it was fruitless. A sob was muffled behind his hand and he choked it down, dragging a rough breath through his nose. He didn’t even know if he could classify what had just happened as an argument because he hadn’t really argued back. Pat had snapped when Aiden tried to help him with his pyjama top. Pat just hadn’t been able to work the buttons and he was having a difficult time with it. Aiden realised he probably should have asked Pat if he needed the help instead of just rushing in to do it anyway. Inevitably Pat had pushed his hands away with a growl of ‘If I need help, I’ll fucking ask for it!’
Aiden knew his biggest mistake then had been to come back with a frustrated ‘But you don’t ask me! You always ask everyone else!’ Pat had inevitably reacted badly. He demanded to know what Aiden was implying and then in his own angry frustration at being sick and disabled once again, exploded at Aiden saying he knew he could trust his family but Aiden could walk out at any moment.
( And Aiden did... )
Patrick Preston [
sexyinscrubs] referenced with permission
Word Count | 576
The corridor of the west Medical ward at Mount Sinai hospital was dimly lit, and Aiden stood there in an alcove near the pay phone with his hand pressed over his mouth. It was a desperate attempt not to cry, but it was fruitless. A sob was muffled behind his hand and he choked it down, dragging a rough breath through his nose. He didn’t even know if he could classify what had just happened as an argument because he hadn’t really argued back. Pat had snapped when Aiden tried to help him with his pyjama top. Pat just hadn’t been able to work the buttons and he was having a difficult time with it. Aiden realised he probably should have asked Pat if he needed the help instead of just rushing in to do it anyway. Inevitably Pat had pushed his hands away with a growl of ‘If I need help, I’ll fucking ask for it!’
Aiden knew his biggest mistake then had been to come back with a frustrated ‘But you don’t ask me! You always ask everyone else!’ Pat had inevitably reacted badly. He demanded to know what Aiden was implying and then in his own angry frustration at being sick and disabled once again, exploded at Aiden saying he knew he could trust his family but Aiden could walk out at any moment.
Patrick Preston [
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Word Count | 576