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musesandlyrics | 6.21. Evanescence lyrics
Mar. 31st, 2010 02:02 am6.21. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
My Immortal - Evanescence
Co-written with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drcampbell
Patrick felt like he had been lying in this hospital room for years, not days. It was easy to loose track of time when there was nothing to do but lie there. He drew in a sharp breath, dropping his head back on the pillow as he blinked back tears that just seemed to keep trying to come. He let the breath out heavily again, trying to keep his composure as he turned his head on the pillow and watched his husband in the bed beside him. A twin ICU room, for those occasions where a married couple were both seriously ill. Patrick just found the notion morbid, even if he knew the Princeton Plainsboro ICU had a handful of rooms with more than one bed. He was grateful, though. At least he could now see Aiden with his own eyes, hear that monotonous beeping that was the assurance that his heart was at least still beating. The was too much space between them, though. Patrick couldn't touch him, hold his hand, kiss him. He could only just lie and watch, wait.
( Aiden's complexion was still that horrible pale grey colour. Patrick remembered it in Lachlan after he was shot... )
Word Count | 2,598
There's just too much that time cannot erase
My Immortal - Evanescence
Co-written with
drcampbellPatrick felt like he had been lying in this hospital room for years, not days. It was easy to loose track of time when there was nothing to do but lie there. He drew in a sharp breath, dropping his head back on the pillow as he blinked back tears that just seemed to keep trying to come. He let the breath out heavily again, trying to keep his composure as he turned his head on the pillow and watched his husband in the bed beside him. A twin ICU room, for those occasions where a married couple were both seriously ill. Patrick just found the notion morbid, even if he knew the Princeton Plainsboro ICU had a handful of rooms with more than one bed. He was grateful, though. At least he could now see Aiden with his own eyes, hear that monotonous beeping that was the assurance that his heart was at least still beating. The was too much space between them, though. Patrick couldn't touch him, hold his hand, kiss him. He could only just lie and watch, wait.
( Aiden's complexion was still that horrible pale grey colour. Patrick remembered it in Lachlan after he was shot... )
Word Count | 2,598
28.2.1. A problem shared is a problem halved
Co-written withcameronpreston
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
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... )
Word Count | 1,647
Co-written with
cameronpreston[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
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... )
Word Count | 1,647
27.1.6. "Remember that you are needed. There is at least one important work to be done that will not be done unless you do it." - Charles L. Allen
[Follows THIS]
As his consciousness slowly clawed it's way back, Patrick felt like he was trying to fight his way through a thick and hazy fog. There was a sharp pain in his head and a nauseating smell of chemicals assaulting his nose, but any awareness as to where he was failed him at first. He couldn't move, and the trapped sensation was overwhelming as he gradually managed to regain consciousness, opening his eyes and lifting his head a little. Pain. It wasn't just in his head. Something was very wrong, and he only realised what it was when he cracked his eyes open a little and discovered there really was a smokey haze around him. Steam, maybe... and the smell was fuel. Gradually he clawed hold of an awareness that he was in the car, and that was what was wrong. He didn't have a recollection of what had happened, only that through the dispersing haze, he could see Aiden, slumped over to the side, unmoving.
( More... )
Word Count | 1,077
[Follows THIS]
As his consciousness slowly clawed it's way back, Patrick felt like he was trying to fight his way through a thick and hazy fog. There was a sharp pain in his head and a nauseating smell of chemicals assaulting his nose, but any awareness as to where he was failed him at first. He couldn't move, and the trapped sensation was overwhelming as he gradually managed to regain consciousness, opening his eyes and lifting his head a little. Pain. It wasn't just in his head. Something was very wrong, and he only realised what it was when he cracked his eyes open a little and discovered there really was a smokey haze around him. Steam, maybe... and the smell was fuel. Gradually he clawed hold of an awareness that he was in the car, and that was what was wrong. He didn't have a recollection of what had happened, only that through the dispersing haze, he could see Aiden, slumped over to the side, unmoving.
( More... )
Word Count | 1,077
28.5.3. A moment of heightened emotions
Co-written withmrpublicity
[Follows a few weeks after THIS]
Pat flexed and unflexed his hands around the steering wheel of his car and sighed as he he pulled up for the red light at a busy intersection. He wet his lips and glanced at Aiden sitting in the passenger's seat. "Are you serious? You want to do this now?" he asked calmly. "Right now? It can't wait until we get home?" He fought the urge to light up a cigarette, even if that was what his first reaction was. He did know sooner or later they would reach this point, but it was just something he wasn't sure he was ready to face yet.
( “Home?” Aiden returned with a small snort and shake of his head... )
Word Count | 1,246
Co-written with
mrpublicity[Follows a few weeks after THIS]
Pat flexed and unflexed his hands around the steering wheel of his car and sighed as he he pulled up for the red light at a busy intersection. He wet his lips and glanced at Aiden sitting in the passenger's seat. "Are you serious? You want to do this now?" he asked calmly. "Right now? It can't wait until we get home?" He fought the urge to light up a cigarette, even if that was what his first reaction was. He did know sooner or later they would reach this point, but it was just something he wasn't sure he was ready to face yet.
( “Home?” Aiden returned with a small snort and shake of his head... )
Word Count | 1,246
[Follows THIS]
The brief talk with Lachlan more than had Aiden in brooding contemplation. The Scot had a tendency to do that to people. He left you with a bunch of mental tools that set your brain into overdrive before you could stop it. Aiden was standing in the kitchen of his trendy Upper East Side apartment, absentmindedly stirring a cup of coffee probably way more than it needed as he stared out the kitchen windows across the rooftops of the neighbouring apartments. The rest of the apartment was quiet as he waited for Pat to come back from the gym. Cameron was staying there with them for a few days, but had yet to surface after the big New Year party the night before which had also functioned as Aiden's birthday bash. Everything seemed brilliant the night before, and he had an awesome time. It was only this morning that things got tense again. Another failed attempt in the bedroom had them nearly in an argument, probably only prevent by Pat's escaped to the gym before voices and tempers could flare any further.
( Aiden was so lost in his thoughts that he jumped when he heard the apartment door open, but he abandoned the untouched coffee to head through into the main part of the apartment... )
Word Count | 2,826
The brief talk with Lachlan more than had Aiden in brooding contemplation. The Scot had a tendency to do that to people. He left you with a bunch of mental tools that set your brain into overdrive before you could stop it. Aiden was standing in the kitchen of his trendy Upper East Side apartment, absentmindedly stirring a cup of coffee probably way more than it needed as he stared out the kitchen windows across the rooftops of the neighbouring apartments. The rest of the apartment was quiet as he waited for Pat to come back from the gym. Cameron was staying there with them for a few days, but had yet to surface after the big New Year party the night before which had also functioned as Aiden's birthday bash. Everything seemed brilliant the night before, and he had an awesome time. It was only this morning that things got tense again. Another failed attempt in the bedroom had them nearly in an argument, probably only prevent by Pat's escaped to the gym before voices and tempers could flare any further.
( Aiden was so lost in his thoughts that he jumped when he heard the apartment door open, but he abandoned the untouched coffee to head through into the main part of the apartment... )
Word Count | 2,826
musesandlyrics | 4.20. Up quote
Nov. 19th, 2009 07:29 pm4.20. "I don't want your help, I want you safe."
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Co-written withdrcampbell | A week after THIS
Lachlan felt a tiny bit of the weight lift from his shoulders that morning when his baby son was moved from the Paediatrics ICU to the standard Paeds Ward. Riley was out of the woods, with his blood sugar still a little unstable, but his breathing and heart rate back to where they should be. He had been in a really bad way when he was brought in, and Lachlan could hardly maintain his composure when he was told what had happened. Riley's blood sugar had dropped when he missed a meal with Tara unable to get to him. He was also dehydrated from having no access to a drink to satiate the thirst that came from the falling BSL. From there, it was just a rapid descent with his health. He had already been running a minor fever, likely from the fact he was teething again. Once the wee boy realised there was no one there to help him when he cried, he inevitably panicked and became rapidly distressed, spiking a fever. By the time Aiden had actually got to him, it was probably hours since Tara placed him in the buggy. His nappy was so soiled and wet, he had a painful rash all over his bottom and genitals, spanning down to the tops of his legs. The panic had him hyperventilating and the crying meant his little nose was blocked and throat was sore, making it difficult to breathe. He had also scratched at his face because he was so distressed, drawing blood even though Tara had always kept his nails trimmed to prevent him accidentally scratching himself.
( When Lachlan had seen his son in the ER, he hadn't been able to do anything but sob... )
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Word Count | 2,185
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Co-written with
drcampbell | A week after THISLachlan felt a tiny bit of the weight lift from his shoulders that morning when his baby son was moved from the Paediatrics ICU to the standard Paeds Ward. Riley was out of the woods, with his blood sugar still a little unstable, but his breathing and heart rate back to where they should be. He had been in a really bad way when he was brought in, and Lachlan could hardly maintain his composure when he was told what had happened. Riley's blood sugar had dropped when he missed a meal with Tara unable to get to him. He was also dehydrated from having no access to a drink to satiate the thirst that came from the falling BSL. From there, it was just a rapid descent with his health. He had already been running a minor fever, likely from the fact he was teething again. Once the wee boy realised there was no one there to help him when he cried, he inevitably panicked and became rapidly distressed, spiking a fever. By the time Aiden had actually got to him, it was probably hours since Tara placed him in the buggy. His nappy was so soiled and wet, he had a painful rash all over his bottom and genitals, spanning down to the tops of his legs. The panic had him hyperventilating and the crying meant his little nose was blocked and throat was sore, making it difficult to breathe. He had also scratched at his face because he was so distressed, drawing blood even though Tara had always kept his nails trimmed to prevent him accidentally scratching himself.
( When Lachlan had seen his son in the ER, he hadn't been able to do anything but sob... )
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princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 2,185
musesandlyrics | 2.5. Mick Jagger quote
Sep. 10th, 2009 04:42 pm2.5. "It's all right letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back."
Mick Jagger
Co-written withcameronpreston
The relief that had flooded through Cameron when Pat finally pulled through and woke up with his vision returning had been almost crippling for him. The doctors had been talking about the possibility Pat might not regain his sight at all, or that the ordeal of the second bleed in his brain in two years, no matter how small, might have been too taxing on his MS for him to pull out of this latest attack on his feet. They didn't know if he would be in a wheelchair permanently this time. But with a good few days of recuperation under his belt, Pat was back on the mend and returning more and more to his old self as he started to feel better. The wheelchair issue wasn't one that could be answered yet. Pat's body was still weakened from the illness and he would need physio yet again, but the prognosis had shifted from uncertain to hopeful. Ironically, both twins now found themselves in the clutches of physiotherapy, with Cameron now well able to sympathise how hard Pat fought to get back on his feet after he had been sick.
( In fact, Pat had been well enough that morning for Aiden to make the nervous decision to go to New York with Harri for the day so she could collect some things after choosing to stay in Princeton to lick her wounds are the split with James... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from theprinceton2nyc universe
Word Count | 1,720
Mick Jagger
Co-written with
cameronprestonThe relief that had flooded through Cameron when Pat finally pulled through and woke up with his vision returning had been almost crippling for him. The doctors had been talking about the possibility Pat might not regain his sight at all, or that the ordeal of the second bleed in his brain in two years, no matter how small, might have been too taxing on his MS for him to pull out of this latest attack on his feet. They didn't know if he would be in a wheelchair permanently this time. But with a good few days of recuperation under his belt, Pat was back on the mend and returning more and more to his old self as he started to feel better. The wheelchair issue wasn't one that could be answered yet. Pat's body was still weakened from the illness and he would need physio yet again, but the prognosis had shifted from uncertain to hopeful. Ironically, both twins now found themselves in the clutches of physiotherapy, with Cameron now well able to sympathise how hard Pat fought to get back on his feet after he had been sick.
( In fact, Pat had been well enough that morning for Aiden to make the nervous decision to go to New York with Harri for the day so she could collect some things after choosing to stay in Princeton to lick her wounds are the split with James... )
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princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 1,720
musesandlyrics | 1.10. Jane Austen quote
Aug. 19th, 2009 10:08 pm1.10. "There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort."
Jane Austen
Co-written withdoctortara
[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS]
Tara sat on the side of Pat’s hospital bed, one hand gently wrapped around his and her other resting on the handle of the baby buggy parked beside the bed. Her baby son was nestled inside, shooting her bright smiles and tiny giggles when she waved her fingers at him. He had still been a little off-colour when he woke that morning, so they decided to make an appointment with his doctor for a bit of a check over. He was happy enough but he definitely didn’t have the energy he usually did as a curious seven month old. They had an appointment in an hour, so Tara offered to sit with Pat while Lachlan joined Aiden and Cameron outside for a coffee and a bit of fresh air. Tara wasn’t surprised when both men had tried to protest, and she knew more than anyone how it felt to be in their shoes. But she did also know that some fresh air could help clear the head just a little and that was better than the oppressive weight of sitting at a hospital bedside crushing you more and more with each tick of the clock.
( She also knew this whole this was a strain on her husband too... )
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Word Count | 816
Jane Austen
Co-written with
doctortara[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS]
Tara sat on the side of Pat’s hospital bed, one hand gently wrapped around his and her other resting on the handle of the baby buggy parked beside the bed. Her baby son was nestled inside, shooting her bright smiles and tiny giggles when she waved her fingers at him. He had still been a little off-colour when he woke that morning, so they decided to make an appointment with his doctor for a bit of a check over. He was happy enough but he definitely didn’t have the energy he usually did as a curious seven month old. They had an appointment in an hour, so Tara offered to sit with Pat while Lachlan joined Aiden and Cameron outside for a coffee and a bit of fresh air. Tara wasn’t surprised when both men had tried to protest, and she knew more than anyone how it felt to be in their shoes. But she did also know that some fresh air could help clear the head just a little and that was better than the oppressive weight of sitting at a hospital bedside crushing you more and more with each tick of the clock.
( She also knew this whole this was a strain on her husband too... )
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Word Count | 816
just_1_word | 35.1. Overload
Aug. 9th, 2009 02:09 am( Sometimes, there just was no warning, and now it was all coming in a rush before he had a chance to do anything about it... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from theprinceton2nyc universe
Word Count | 460
All muses referenced with permission and are from the
princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 460
RP LOG | With Lachlan [drcampbell]
Jun. 17th, 2009 09:41 pm[Follows THIS and THIS]
There was a nice park just a couple of blocks from The London bar, complete with a duck pond and a gazebo. It was a popular spot for outdoor weddings or just general escapes from hectic schedules in the popular university and hospital town. It was only a short walk from the bar and it was a gorgeous day outside, especially now the crowds had dispersed. Pat had baby Riley nursed securely in his arms as he approached the park and found Lachlan sitting on the edge of the sidewalk outside the park, hunched forward with his head in his hands. He wasn't being sick, at least not for the moment, but he had been, and the vomit in the gutter between Lachlan's feet just made Pat worry that little bit more.
( Riley wriggled against Pat's chest with a string of cooing baby babble, and it was enough to catch Lachlan's attention... )
There was a nice park just a couple of blocks from The London bar, complete with a duck pond and a gazebo. It was a popular spot for outdoor weddings or just general escapes from hectic schedules in the popular university and hospital town. It was only a short walk from the bar and it was a gorgeous day outside, especially now the crowds had dispersed. Pat had baby Riley nursed securely in his arms as he approached the park and found Lachlan sitting on the edge of the sidewalk outside the park, hunched forward with his head in his hands. He wasn't being sick, at least not for the moment, but he had been, and the vomit in the gutter between Lachlan's feet just made Pat worry that little bit more.
( Riley wriggled against Pat's chest with a string of cooing baby babble, and it was enough to catch Lachlan's attention... )
muses_w_remotes | 13.11. Skins quote
May. 4th, 2009 04:16 pm13.11. “Sidney, are you gonna tell me what's going on? It's like a fucking episode of the OC in here.”
| Skins
Co-written withisabelowens, undercoverdoc, sexyinscrubs & agenfraser | Follows THIS
Alex was a completely different person to what had gotten on the plane in New York. His hair was now blond (thanks to a temporary dye), eyes blue from contact lenses, he was cleanly shaven and wore rimless, stylish glasses to complete the look. Neatly pressed suit, lab coat and stethoscope were all in place with an expensive leather briefcase clutched in his hand as he walked purposefully through the corridors of the private hospital in Liverpool. Marc and Izzy walked behind him, Marc pretty much looking like Marcus Fraser dressed as a doctor, but it worked. Izzy looked like herself and mostly had to just stand there and look important. They had gotten into the ward with no issues and Alex even pulled off an extremely convincing conversation with Cameron's team of doctors, explaining he was merely here to offer Cameron's family a second opinion on rehab options. The doctors gave access to Cameron's complete medical record and admitted them to Cameron's ward. Cameron was in Room 517, a private room with security watch. Understandably, considering he was a well-known celeb in the town. The threesome turned the corner towards the room, but nearly slammed into some people coming from the other direction. Marc's eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath of shock. Uh oh. Oh fucking fuck of all fucks. This was going to get messy.
( Oh shitting HELL... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from theprinceton2nyc universe
Word Count | 2,742
| Skins
Co-written with
isabelowens, undercoverdoc, sexyinscrubs & agenfraser | Follows THISAlex was a completely different person to what had gotten on the plane in New York. His hair was now blond (thanks to a temporary dye), eyes blue from contact lenses, he was cleanly shaven and wore rimless, stylish glasses to complete the look. Neatly pressed suit, lab coat and stethoscope were all in place with an expensive leather briefcase clutched in his hand as he walked purposefully through the corridors of the private hospital in Liverpool. Marc and Izzy walked behind him, Marc pretty much looking like Marcus Fraser dressed as a doctor, but it worked. Izzy looked like herself and mostly had to just stand there and look important. They had gotten into the ward with no issues and Alex even pulled off an extremely convincing conversation with Cameron's team of doctors, explaining he was merely here to offer Cameron's family a second opinion on rehab options. The doctors gave access to Cameron's complete medical record and admitted them to Cameron's ward. Cameron was in Room 517, a private room with security watch. Understandably, considering he was a well-known celeb in the town. The threesome turned the corner towards the room, but nearly slammed into some people coming from the other direction. Marc's eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath of shock. Uh oh. Oh fucking fuck of all fucks. This was going to get messy.
( Oh shitting HELL... )
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princeton2nyc universe Word Count | 2,742
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
Co-written withcameronpreston | Follows THIS
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... )
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Word Count | 1,042
| The Wonder Years
Co-written with
cameronpreston | Follows THISThe 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... )
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princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 1,042
just_1_word | 28.2. Panic
May. 1st, 2009 11:46 pm28.2. Panic
Co-written withmrpublicity
[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."
( “No, I can wait,” Aiden said through a wide, loud yawn... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from theprinceton2nyc universe
Word Count | 1,538
Co-written with
mrpublicity[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."
( “No, I can wait,” Aiden said through a wide, loud yawn... )
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princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 1,538
