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1.15. "The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open. And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore. The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not."
Grey's Anatomy
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When Cameron returned from the bathroom, where he had literally just sat in one of the cubicles on the closed toilet for close to two hours lost in his own thoughts to try and just think rationally, Aiden was alone at Pat’s bedside. He had Pat’s pink iPod in his ears, his head resting tiredly on his arm that was lying beside Pat’s stomach. Cameron didn’t want to startle him, so he moved slowly to take the seat beside him, giving him enough warning of his presence. Pat looked much the same; small, pale, thin, sick. The new drugs pumping through his system were taking their toll. He wasn’t awake often, and a couple of the times he was, he spent vomiting from side effects until they had to give him another drug to stop the vomiting. It felt like a vicious cycle. With every needle, and poke, and prod Cameron witnessed the doctors giving his twin, it felt like they were more and more ripping his heart out by the bloody roots and dumping it on the bed beside Pat.
( Aiden caught sight of the movement in his peripheral vision and lifted his head to offer Cameron the faintest hint of a tired smile, reaching up to take the iPod from his ears... )
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princeton2nyc universe
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Grey's Anatomy
Co-written with
cameronpreston[Simultaneous to THIS]
When Cameron returned from the bathroom, where he had literally just sat in one of the cubicles on the closed toilet for close to two hours lost in his own thoughts to try and just think rationally, Aiden was alone at Pat’s bedside. He had Pat’s pink iPod in his ears, his head resting tiredly on his arm that was lying beside Pat’s stomach. Cameron didn’t want to startle him, so he moved slowly to take the seat beside him, giving him enough warning of his presence. Pat looked much the same; small, pale, thin, sick. The new drugs pumping through his system were taking their toll. He wasn’t awake often, and a couple of the times he was, he spent vomiting from side effects until they had to give him another drug to stop the vomiting. It felt like a vicious cycle. With every needle, and poke, and prod Cameron witnessed the doctors giving his twin, it felt like they were more and more ripping his heart out by the bloody roots and dumping it on the bed beside Pat.
( Aiden caught sight of the movement in his peripheral vision and lifted his head to offer Cameron the faintest hint of a tired smile, reaching up to take the iPod from his ears... )
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princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 2,315
