Moving to New York City was seriously the greatest choice Santana and Ava had ever made, in Santana's humble opinion. She'd been accepted to New York's Fordham University, and started classes in the fall, but the fact of the matter was, she was kind of loving having the summer to get settled into married life with the most amazing woman she'd ever known, as well as living in a city like this one. Unlike her wife, Santana had always enjoyed the big city life. She'd spent a lot of summers in Mexico City with her family when she was growing up, but even that wasn't anything like New York City. Still, she had dreamed of this place as long as she could remember, and when she'd fallen head over heels in love with Ava, only for her then-girlfriend to be offered a job in this amazing city, it had been too perfect. It was honestly the most amazing thing, and their apartment in Midtown Manhattan was more home than anywhere Santana had ever lived
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Ava looped her arm around Santana's waist to give her a soft cuddle and she nodded. "They are. It's really busy today, and I have a couple of new patients that have broken my heart all over again, but that is part of why I do this job, after all. There's one guy your age, comes from Ohio too. He's really ill and all it's done is made me think about you and how lucky we are to have each other and our health. His poor husband is nursing him through it, and it's made me realise that I'm never, ever going to have regrets with our quickie, but perfect wedding. They eloped too. Singing the praises of it. At least, until I had to hook the poor guy up on his IV and he's taken a rapid down spiral," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. She was proud that she could be one of the people to help her patients be as comfortable as they could be. It took a certain sort of person to work in Oncology, and it took a lot of balls too
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Leaning into her wife's embrace, Santana let her head come to rest against her shoulder for a moment. "I don't see how you do it, babe," Santana replied quietly, her heart aching at the thought of the pain that people were going through right down the hall from her. "Wow! Ohio? Really? What town? I knew a lot of gay guys back home... Spent most of the time there trying to out-bitch them... And failing miserably. I swear to God, gay man bitches make my bitchside look like a whiny little kid who didn't get her way."
It wasn't uncommon for their lunch dates to be postponed by a patient needing special attention, and Santana was just about to head over to take a seat in the waiting room when it hit her that the nurse had said the name, "Kurt." Surely it was just coincidence, that they had a gay male patient from Ohio, and a patient named Kurt. But still, the Latina couldn't help thinking that it was almost too much of a coincidence. A heavy unease settled into Santana's gut, and she just couldn't shake it, no matter how much logic was
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The most over-reaching thing Ava noticed about Kurt, above all else, was that he was universally exhausted. There were times he could hardly even lift his head, and even sucking water through a straw seemed to take all the focus and the effort in the world. She ordered IV fluids for him before he even started the chemo, and now she was glad she pre-empted the necessity of them. Kurt was keeping anything down now, and she murmured some soothing apologies as she gave him another shot of a stronger medication to help try and ease the sickness. When there was a mumbled and weak request for some more painkillers too, Ava wished she could just give him a hug, but luckily hubby with those huge, expressive eyes filled with worry and pain was there to snuggle his arm around Kurt and do the best he could without hurting him more. The nurse took the used bag away and gave him a supply of fresh ones, and the husband request another heated blanket for Kurt when he started to shiver all over again
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It wasn't uncommon for their lunch dates to be postponed by a patient needing special attention, and Santana was just about to head over to take a seat in the waiting room when it hit her that the nurse had said the name, "Kurt." Surely it was just coincidence, that they had a gay male patient from Ohio, and a patient named Kurt. But still, the Latina couldn't help thinking that it was almost too much of a coincidence. A heavy unease settled into Santana's gut, and she just couldn't shake it, no matter how much logic was ( ... )
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