Dec. 22nd, 2008

mrpublicity: (Serious [Profile])
Track 04. If I had the sun and moon // I would give you both night and day // Of satisfyn’
(Bad Company – ‘Feel Like Making Love’)


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It was really early in the morning when Aiden sought some refuge in his office at home. It was still dark outside and the apartment was still and quiet save for his soft footfalls across the polished board of the floor. Lachlan was still at the hospital following Andrew abruptly coming down with appendicitis and in the bedrooms back up the hall, Pat and Tara were yet to wake up. It had been another bad night. Pat was in a lot of pain which was common when the MS was at its worst. It was a pain he struggled to describe, too, so Aiden could never understand no matter how much he wanted to. Pat said it was like an all-over toothache where his joints and muscles just had this hot ache in them that he couldn’t shake. He spent a lot of time in bed, even during the days, because it just took too much energy for him to be up and about.

At night, Pat was restless or uncomfortable, often awake in the middle of the night crying because it was too much and he was tired but couldn’t sleep. These were the times Aiden just held him and tried to keep him warm; tried to reassure him that he was still there and wasn’t going away. The moments when Pat was feeling okay and wanted to be up and about, Aiden made every effort he could for them to be together and enjoy themselves. They watched movies, went for some short walks, smiled and laughed together. But these moments were few and far between right now. Aiden would catch Pat watching him sometimes and he would just know his boyfriend was desperate to offer even more waves of apologies, but the words didn’t come anymore. It would just end up upsetting them both.

Aiden had spent many hours talking to Pat’s family and friends about the MS and about how Pat deals with it, and even more hours researching it online... )

Patrick Preston [[livejournal.com profile] sexyinscrubs], Tara Brennan-Campbell [[livejournal.com profile] doctortara], Lachlan Campbell [[livejournal.com profile] drcampbell] & Andrew Connor [[livejournal.com profile] paramedically] referenced with permission


Word Count | 860
mrpublicity: (Look behind [Stripes])
8.12. "You know, your mood swings are kinda giving me whiplash."
| Twilight

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] doctortara & [livejournal.com profile] drcampbell

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Tara jumped with a squeak when the door to Aiden’s study opened and he appeared from within. “Wait, wait!” she shrieked. “Don’t come any further! The floor is wet. I didn’t know you were in there!” She was standing in the middle of the living area with a mop and bucket, her hair tied up in a messy ponytail on the top of her head. The sofa was loaded with piles of freshly cleaned and dried laundry, cleaning products, feather dusters, cloths and more lined the coffee table. She was adorned in one of Lachlan’s rock t-shirts and a pair of his track pants with a pink frilly apron wrapped around her pregnant belly which had a dust pan and bottle of furniture polish in the front pocket.

Aiden paused and held up his hand. “Okay!” he agreed, worried she might start to clean him if he stood still too long. “Are you… okay there, love?” he asked hesitantly, remaining safely in the doorway of his office.

“Oh yeah,” Tara confirmed with a smile and pushed some loose strands of her off her sweaty forehead. “I just thought I would clean up a wee bit. Not that it was messy or anything. It’s a very lovely apartment. Just tidying a few things up.”

Aiden’s eyebrows were raised as he surveyed the piles of laundry. “Is that all the spare sheets and towels from the linen press? They were clean…” )

Patrick Preston [[livejournal.com profile] sexyinscrubs] referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,387

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