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It had been one of those weeks. Where everything seems to start off great, and then by the time it ends, it feels like the world exploded around you. In general, Aiden felt okay, but he was a bit bewildered as to how he had come to find himself sitting beside Pat in a hospital bed once again. He watched the continuous drips fall into the IV line that was feeding into Pat's upper arm. They hadn't been able to find a viable entry point in his hand, wrist or even elbow because they had been used too frequently in the previous months. Thankfully this time all it was in there were IV fluids and Pat wasn't actually in here for MS, but rather just precaution in case of it. Instead, Aiden's husband, with his immune system in the toilet, had come crashing down with the horrible flu filtering it's way through Princeton Plainsboro. Pat had been at work the previous morning, simultaneous to his carbon copy going arse over in the shower, when he started to feel off-colour. Of course, he had been worrying about Cameron, the twin sense kicking in just before lunch time, but he hadn't had a chance to call him up before he had to go into a meeting with his 2IC, George. They had some staff issues and needed to recruit some new nurses, so they were going over some applications they had received over Christmas to see if anyone would be viable.
( They were barely half an hour into the meeting when Pat really started to feel like crap... )
Word Count | 4,092
It had been one of those weeks. Where everything seems to start off great, and then by the time it ends, it feels like the world exploded around you. In general, Aiden felt okay, but he was a bit bewildered as to how he had come to find himself sitting beside Pat in a hospital bed once again. He watched the continuous drips fall into the IV line that was feeding into Pat's upper arm. They hadn't been able to find a viable entry point in his hand, wrist or even elbow because they had been used too frequently in the previous months. Thankfully this time all it was in there were IV fluids and Pat wasn't actually in here for MS, but rather just precaution in case of it. Instead, Aiden's husband, with his immune system in the toilet, had come crashing down with the horrible flu filtering it's way through Princeton Plainsboro. Pat had been at work the previous morning, simultaneous to his carbon copy going arse over in the shower, when he started to feel off-colour. Of course, he had been worrying about Cameron, the twin sense kicking in just before lunch time, but he hadn't had a chance to call him up before he had to go into a meeting with his 2IC, George. They had some staff issues and needed to recruit some new nurses, so they were going over some applications they had received over Christmas to see if anyone would be viable.
( They were barely half an hour into the meeting when Pat really started to feel like crap... )
Word Count | 4,092
