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28.2. Panic

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] sexyinscrubs
[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and all THIS]

It was half time in game and Pat had been watching Aiden sitting beside him out the corner of his eye. It had probably been a good half an hour since Aiden's eyes seemed to even focus on the screen and now his head slipped off his hand that had only just been managing to hold it upright. Pat reached over and caught Aiden's forehead with his palm before he banged his head on the arm rest. He smiled a little as Aiden blinked groggily, clearly not realising he had been veering closer and closer to falling asleep by the minute. "Go to bed, darling," Pat told him quietly. "It's very late."

Continued... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the [livejournal.com profile] princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,538
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26.7. Apology

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] straight2point | Follows THIS and THIS

Pat's nursing skills actually managed to get Aiden vertical for the dinner at least. Aiden started feeling more normal in the afternoon and refused to let the dinner be called off. He needed Pat to at least know Marc and he had no idea why he had become so obsessed on the point. Pat reminded him that there would be plenty of time for him to meet Harri's boyfriend, but Aiden held firm, even if the protests were amidst waves of nausea and vomiting. Pat and Marc had now been inadvertently left in the living room together while Harri had followed Aiden into the kitchen when he came to get a drink of water. The water had been forgotten in favour of Aiden trying to peek around the corner and see into the living to make sure Marc and Pat hadn't decided they absolutely despised each other. Strangely enough, since Harri and Marc had arrived, the nausea was threatening to return after he had felt well for hours. He couldn't plead hangover this time.

He was already six foot, but he stood up on his tiptoes to try and get a better look. At least no weapons had been drawn yet. The crystal vase was still safely on the coffee table out of reaching distance... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the [livejournal.com profile] princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 2,241
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14.2. Jealous

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] sexyinscrubs

[Follows THIS and THIS]

Aiden put his fingers to his lips worriedly as he watched his boyfriend sitting hunched over on the sofa beside him. He was afraid to really say anything at first, but then he wasn’t exactly sure what he supposed to say anyway. Pat had called him and said he needed to speak to him about something ASAP and Aiden had literally dropped everything to drive to Princeton straight away. He made it from New York in barely an hour and a half, which is what had him sitting beside Pat in silence on Lachlan and Tara’s sofa.

Pat looked terrible. Aiden could see he was sick just from the pallor of his face and the dark smudges under his dull blue eyes that lacked their usual shine. He hesitantly wrapped his hand around one of Pat’s, watching his face... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the [livejournal.com profile] princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,086
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11.2. Deteriorate

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] sexyinscrubs

Aiden paused at the door of his bedroom and let out a slow sigh before hesitantly knocking and opening it. Pat was sitting on the side of the bed staring into space, the wheelchair park messily nearby, so Aiden gently sat down beside him and took his hand to kiss his fingers. “Pat, it’s okay, love. You have nothing to be embarrassed about…” He watched his boyfriend in concern, wishing to hell he had all the right words to say.

Pat just nodded but didn’t say anything... )


Word Count | 774
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10.3. Sacrifice

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] sexyinscrubs

[Follows THIS]


Aiden took Pat’s hand as he sat down beside his bed once again. He gave him a small smile and kissed his fingers. “We have to talk, sweetheart. I know that sounds scary and ominous, but we have to get a few things sorted out.”

Pat touched Aiden’s cheek and nodded. “I know. Doesn’t mean I’m not nervous,” he said quietly. He rested his head back against the pillow and watched Aiden for a few silent minutes. “I love you. And I’m so sorry for what I said, how I said it, how I made you feel. It was stupid, I know, but I hated you seeing me in such a useless mess. I was so angry that I got sick again and it had to ruin everything right when it was going perfectly. When you went to help me, it just all snapped in me. It was just like, fucking hell, we should be holed up in bed naked together and you’re here trying to help me with something as simple as doing up the buttons on my shirt. I’m just so sorry. I clearly haven’t accepted the illness as much as I thought I had. At least, not when it came to anything I’m rusty on, like relationships. Plus, and I’m not making excuses, but when I get sick like this, it’s not just physical symptoms. I get very angry, frustrated and depressed with a lot of things and I should have warned you. I just want you to know that it wasn’t you or us. That last thing I wanted to do was make you think I didn’t want this… us… you to take care of me.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Aiden admitted. He pulled his seat just a little closer to he could rest his elbows on the bed beside Pat’s legs... )

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Word Count | 1,138
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9.2. 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 [[livejournal.com profile] sexyinscrubs] referenced with permission


Word Count | 576
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8.1. Upset

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] paramedically

[Follows THIS and THIS]

“I just thought I’d come to see that you were okay…”

At the voice, Aiden looked up from where he was perched stiffly on one of the hard plastic waiting room chairs. His hands were clasped tightly in front of him and he unfolded them to wipe his sweaty palms on his jeans. It was after a moment that it clicked this was one of the paramedics who brought Pat in. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to forget the whole disaster in the ambulance…

“Does Mr Preston have any allergies, sir?” the paramedic asked as he secured a temporary dressing to the cut on Pat’s head... )

All characters referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,153
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2.8. Rejection

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] notskywalker

[Follows THIS]


“Leave your brain in the car, mate? You’re a million miles away.”

Aiden looked up as the soft Aussie accent infiltrated his thoughts. He offered him a wry smile. “Sorry, what were you saying?” he asked, making a grab for his pen again. He was supposed to be talking to Luke about beginning December holiday promotions for the bar, but he couldn’t concentrate. His mind was in Princeton and it was eating him up inside.

“He puked on you and you’re still smitten. This is serious, mate. We need an action plan,” Luke decided. )

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Word Count | 717

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