Nurse Patrick Preston

14.2. Jealous

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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... )

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10.3. Sacrifice

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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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