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| February 12, 2012 at 10:00 pm #52716 | |
 Aspyn Pierce | “You know it’s impossible not to worry about you.” |
| February 12, 2012 at 10:10 pm #52738 | |
 Grace Muir | “Way to. Make me feel. Better. I know. I’m a mess. I wish. I wasn’t. But cancer is. A dick. Let’s go.” Alex said as Gran honked. |
| February 12, 2012 at 10:24 pm #52773 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “Ok. You know that’s not what I mean.” |
| February 12, 2012 at 10:27 pm #52785 | |
| Grace Muir | “I know. But people. Are always. Making me feel. Even worse. By being really. Careful with me. I’m not. That fragile. I can do. A lot of. Stuff. They just. Dont realize it. Disease repulses. And it frustrated the. Hell out of. Me.” |
| February 12, 2012 at 10:41 pm #52834 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “It’s ok, babe. I know you’re not fragile.” |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:21 am #53410 | |
| Grace Muir | “I know. But people. Do. And it pisses me off. So much. But let’s. Forget about. People.”Alex said as the got to the car. |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:29 am #53416 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “Ok. I can do that.” |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:39 am #53431 | |
| Grace Muir | Alex carefully slid into his grans old car. “And if. You wouldnt mind. Stepping on. It would you?” alex said once he fastened his seatbelt. He struggled to breathe. The hospital was a 20 minute drive. He shut his eyes. He felt pain spreading from the center of his brain. He was blocking everything out. He tried to think of blackness and silence and nothingness. |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:41 am #53436 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | Bret saw Alex struggle. He put his arm around Alex’s shoulder. Hoping it would comfort him. |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:47 am #53445 | |
| Grace Muir | Alex felt Brets arm, but the feeling didn’t register. He was focusing on the searing pain in his head. He really wanted to curl up an die, he felt so awful. |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:51 am #53450 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “How long until we get there.” His question was directed towards Alex’s grandmother. Then to Alex “Hold on, for me. We’re almost there.” |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:54 am #53454 | |
| Grace Muir | Alex squeezed Brets hand in affirmation and bit the inside of his mouth to distract from |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:58 am #53461 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | He felt the faint squeeze, and held Alex tighter, not just for Alex’s benefit, but for his own. |
| February 13, 2012 at 1:59 am #53462 | |
| Grace Muir | Alex focused really hard on not focusing for the entire ride. |
| February 13, 2012 at 2:03 am #53469 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | After an eternity, they finally pulled up to the hospital. “Finally. Alex, you still alive?” |
| February 13, 2012 at 2:26 am #53505 | |
| Grace Muir | “Mhm. Wheelchair.” alex said. |
| February 13, 2012 at 2:38 am #53521 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “Sure. Be right back.” He ran and got one. They weren’t too far. “Here you go, here let me help you.” He offered his hand for support. |
| February 13, 2012 at 3:18 am #53540 | |
| Grace Muir | Alex groaned in reply. The late afternoon sun was blaring. He sat Dow. As Bret pushed him inside. His gran signed him in, and they got him in a bed. A nurse did an epidural and asked him to rate the pain on a scale of one to ten. He held up nine fingers. His senses were both heightened and dulled. The buzzing flouresent lights and noise of the ER was too much and the pain fused him to pass out. |
| February 13, 2012 at 12:58 pm #53702 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | Bret was by Alex’s side the whole time. He’d never really been in a hospital, so this was all new. |
| February 13, 2012 at 2:14 pm #53707 | |
| Grace Muir | Alex stayed passed out for several hours as he was put into a bed in the ICU after he had a chest tube put in. Hr had about five different drugs dripping into his blood stream. |
| February 14, 2012 at 3:30 am #54190 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | He turned to Alex’s grandma. “Will he be alright? This is all my fault. I’m SOO sorry.” He was on the verge.of tears…again. He needed his meds. |
| February 14, 2012 at 11:41 am #54315 | |
| Grace Muir | “He’s going to be fine, sweetie. And they’ve given him a sedative until the pain gets better. You don’t need to worry.” she said and pulled Bret into a hug. |
| February 15, 2012 at 1:53 am #54829 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | At first Bret flinched, but then he relised how starved of human touch he was. His parents never even looked at him, and he hadn’t had a date in… he couldn’t remember the last time. Other than Alex, the last time he made human contact was when his dad beat him. “He just sat there, and silently sobbed. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:09 am #54834 | |
| Grace Muir | Gran rocked back and forth, holding Bret. Alex slowly came to. He tried to take a deep breath, but then remembered the chest tune. He coughed. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:15 am #54838 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | Bret was lost in his own thought. But then a familiar cough brought him down to earth. “Alex! Thank God you’re alive!” |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:19 am #54841 | |
| Grace Muir | “Of course I’m. Alive. Why wouldn’t. I be? I’m just. A bit battered.” He laughed softly, because chest tubes are a bitch. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:23 am #54844 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | Bret sighed with relief. Today has been one heck of a day! He couldn’t think, his head was so clouded with relief. Alex was alive, and his forever. With this attitude, of course, Alex would break up with him, grinding his heart to pieces. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:29 am #54846 | |
| Grace Muir | Even though Alex had been asleep, he was still exhausted. He was weak and hungry. “What’s a guy. Got to do. To get some. Food around here?” He asked. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:32 am #54849 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | He looked at Alex’s grandmother. “Do you know where the food is? I’ll go get him something.” |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:35 am #54850 | |
| Grace Muir | “Ill go and give you boys some time alone.”Gran said as she grabbed her purse and stood. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:43 am #54854 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “Thank you.” As soon as she was out of the room, he rushed over to Alex’s side. He just stood there, rubbing Alex’s hand. He was trying to figure out his feelings. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:47 am #54858 | |
| Grace Muir | “Hey, kid. How ya holding up?” Alex asked as he reached up and put his hand on Brets cheek. He had an IV in, an electrode on his bicep, and that finger clip thing on his index finger. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:48 am #54859 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “I’m fine. It’s just been an… interesting day.” |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:53 am #54862 | |
| Grace Muir | “Youre telling me.”Alex gestured to the bag with about a pint of fluid from his lungs that was hanging at his side. |
| February 15, 2012 at 2:55 am #54864 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “Yeah…” He had to blink back a few tears. It was too much. |
| February 15, 2012 at 3:00 am #54867 | |
| Grace Muir | “Hey now. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. This was bound. To happen soon. I honestly should. Be coming in. Every few months to. Get checked out.” Alex transferred the finger clip to his middle finger and wiped the tears from Brets eyes. |
| February 15, 2012 at 3:03 am #54868 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “Its just.. well I don’t know. Today has been the best and worst day. Best because of you, worst because of well.. Its been hard.” |
| February 15, 2012 at 3:09 am #54869 | |
| Grace Muir | “I know, baby. I know. Probably, by the time I get out of here, it will be Christmas holiday. And I can go meet your parents. I can play the cancer card. Make myself look really pitiful. Pull out the old oxygen cart. Give myself dark circles. The whole nine yards. People are more likely. To be nice to me if I look really sick. Trust me.” Alex said. He wanted to take a deep breath, but there was a tube chilling in his lungs. |
| February 15, 2012 at 3:12 am #54870 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “You don’t have to do that. If they wont accept us, screw them. You don’t have to pretend to be anything. Just be yourself.” |
| February 15, 2012 at 3:18 am #54876 | |
| Grace Muir | “Although, once I get. Out, I’ll probably look. Like hell. Brace yourself. Not a lot of sleep happens in. The hospital. Especially when it’s. Hard to breathe. And this bad boy,” Alex gestured to the tube. “Wont help with that.” he said. |
| February 15, 2012 at 3:21 am #54879 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | He smirked. “Yeah well, I wont look to hot then myself, because when you’re awake, I will to.” |
| February 15, 2012 at 3:24 am #54882 | |
| Grace Muir | “Thats not healthy. And I expect you to go back to school. You need to learn. And I want you to bring. My trunk and books. Home for me.” |
| February 15, 2012 at 3:25 am #54884 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | He rolled his eyes. “Fine but only because you asked so nicely.” He smiled a tamely posh smile.”But how am I supposed to get back anyway?”
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| February 15, 2012 at 3:32 am #54890 | |
| Grace Muir | “Grans got an owl. We can send a letter. And they’ll hook you up with a portkey. Or Floo. You’ll be there for like a week and a half or so. You can stay for a few days with me. Didn’t you need meds?” |
| February 15, 2012 at 11:58 pm #55144 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “Yeah.. I guess. But they’re at home. No way I’m going there NOW!” |
| February 16, 2012 at 12:04 am #55148 | |
| Grace Muir | “Okay. When won’t they be?” Alex asked. |
| February 17, 2012 at 11:17 pm #56057 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | OOC: SORRY! |
| February 17, 2012 at 11:23 pm #56059 | |
| Grace Muir | “You’ve got to go though. You can’t be all sick. All the time.” |
| February 17, 2012 at 11:27 pm #56060 | |
| Aspyn Pierce | “I guess there’s no arguing with you.” He gentility stroked Alex’s face. He sighed, not wanting to leave. |
| February 17, 2012 at 11:54 pm #56066 | |
| Grace Muir | “You don’t have. To go now. But before you go back. To school.” Alex said as a nurse came in to change his IV and check his vitals. |
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