Nurse Patrick Preston

28.2.1. A problem shared is a problem halved

Co-written with cameronpreston
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Cameron was sitting as close to his twin's hospital bed as he could get. He had lost track of how long he had been sitting there for now, but he knew he would stay there as long as it took. He had no idea what had happened, but it really didn't matter. He just wanted Pat to be okay when he woke up. He had been medicated for some time now. There was one thing having people tell you to relax and it would all be okay, but it was entirely another to manage to do it. He was waking now, though, so Cameron wrapped his hands around one of Pat's, squeezing it softly. "Patto, it's Cam. Listen to me, buddy. It's going to be okay. Aiden's going to be okay..." he told him, trying to stay calm. He wanted Pat to have the information he needed straight away, even if he had to repeat it a hundred times. Pat was awake, his eyes were opening, but Cameron had no idea how he would react or if he was cognitive enough to comprehend the words. It could go either way. But when all Pat did was start to cry, Cameron wished to God it didn't have to be that reaction, because it felt like his heart was crushing and that helpless, aching feeling started to set in with a vengeance.

( He tried to shift closer, but being stuck in a wheelchair with a fucked knee, it was impossible... )


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2.3. "If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise"
- Robert Fritz

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There was a change in Pat this visit, and Cameron sensed it immediately as soon his twin walked into the room. Actually the track pants and t-shirt with just Aiden's leather jacket over the top was probably a big indicator. Pat was usually pretty flashy and trendy in his dress. This almost looked like he hadn't felt like taking the effort he usually did... or maybe he didn't have the energy to. Cameron watched as Pat sat in the visitor's chair with his legs curled up underneath him. He had his chin resting on his hand as he watched the rain outside the window. He wasn't very talkative either. "What's up, buddy? Are you feeling sick?" Cameron finally asked.

Pat blinked as he drew his eyes from the view out the window. He gave a slight nod and shifted in the seat. "A little," he confirmed but gave his brother a small smile. "I'm okay. Tired and sore. Sorry for spacing out. I think I left my brain in bed this morning."

( Cameron frowned... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


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13.2. “I guess sometimes the ground can shift between your feet. Sometimes your footing slips. You stumble. And sometimes you grab what's close to you and hold on as tight as you can.”
| The Wonder Years

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The flight had been terrible and Pat had never been so glad to get off a plane in his life. It had always been Lachlan's domain to hate flying and get airsick, but the turbulence on route just made Pat's already shattered nerves panic him ten-fold. Aiden had gotten them first class seats, but even that didn't help. It was a miracle he made it through without completely breaking down. They were met at the airport by Pat older brother, William, who drove them to the hospital where Mr and Mrs Preston were. The commentary from Bill on the drive explained that Cameron had fractured the kneecap of his left knee, dislocated his shoulder and had a bad concussion. He had also continuously asked for Pat the whole time he was in the ER, which just left Pat feeling confused and upset even more. Not to mention distressed that he hadn't been able to reach England before that point. By the time they reached the hospital, however, the emergency surgery to try and repair the knee was over and they were waiting for Cameron to be transferred from Recovery to the Surgical ward. Pat was a Surgical and Anaesthesia nurse, so he knew the procedure. It didn't help dilute the worry and fear, though. If anything, it just made it worse.

( Cameron came to pretty quickly considering, which wasn't always a good thing post-op... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


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Track 03. And I get all your good advice // It doesn't stop me from going through these things twice (Paul Kelly – 'Dumb Things')

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“Thinking about doing a runner?”

Pat turned at the voice in his ear and smirked at his twin. He blew a swirl of smoke into the air above their head and gave Cameron a firm nudge in the chest with his elbow. “Fuck you, darling. Do I look like I want to run?” He put the cigarette back to his lips and met Cameron’s identical eyes.

“At little,” Cameron agreed. “At the very least, I know you’re thinking about something deep. Thinking about something deep when watching your charming publicist. It could mean you’re thinking about running. A long shot?”

( Pat raised an eyebrow. “About as long as your cock.” )

Aiden is mrpublicity, Harriet is straight2point and both referenced with permission


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