musebyquotes | 1.3. Albert Smith quote
1.3. "Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it."
- Albert Smith
Co-written with pullmysteth
[Follows THIS]
Lachlan already had the phone in his hand and it barely got through one ring before he snapped it open. “Riley, what the fuck?” he said, frowning. “What the hell is going on?”
“It’s Chase. I would’ve called you, but I just didn’t even think. I though you might’ve heard…” Riley shook his head and glanced out the window at where the rain was pouring outside. “He’s got cancer. Stage two, testicular and spread to the lymph nodes. I couldn’t tell you online, mate. Not like that.”
Lachlan only just managed to keep a hold on the phone in his hand. His mouth just dropped open a little but no words formed. Nothing but a small, shocked gasp came out and he felt the emotion swell up inside him and clutch around his heart. “W-What… where… where is he? How is he?” he finally got out, standing up and looking around helplessly.
“He’s at home for the moment. The surgery is scheduled for first thing Monday morning. Wilson called me because I was still listed as Chase’s doctor and he was concerned Chase was going to have a delayed reaction in processing the news. He thought it was just best for him to go home and rest in preparation for the surgery.” Riley stopped and looked down at the surface of his desk. “I just couldn’t believe it.”
Lachlan put his hand up to his forehead as he tried to process the horrible news. “Should I call or go over there to see if they need anything? Maybe just leave a voicemail? Fuck. I dinnae know! I mean, I know there were times when things were real bad for Tara and me and we just couldnae face anyone. I dinnae want to intrude, but…”
“I know, buddy. I know,” Riley murmured. “Maybe just call his cell and leave a voicemail. If they just want to be alone, he won’t pick up, but he’ll get the message when he can. That's how I dealt with things when I was ill.”
“Aye…” Lachlan agreed, feeling very close to tears. Chase was one of their closest mates. Hell, he had been Chase’s Best Man! That continued for something like this, right? “I’ll let them know if they need anything for the bairn or anything… maybe some shopping done or whatever. Fuck… fuck!” He covered his mouth with his hand as the enormity of the news started to set in.
Riley nodded. “For us too. We’ll help if they need anything. We all will. Do you want me to call Pat? I know he’s tied up with Aiden’s family in Canada, but he’d want to know something like this.”
“Aye, he would. You’re right. I’ve got to tell Tara.” Lachlan shook his head as he felt himself choke up and start to cry. “She’s known him longer than any of us. She’s an Oncologist. I dinnae even know an easy way to tell her.”
“There is no easy way, mate,” Riley mumbled, resting his head in hand. “No easy way at all.”
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 508
- Albert Smith
Co-written with pullmysteth
[Follows THIS]
Lachlan already had the phone in his hand and it barely got through one ring before he snapped it open. “Riley, what the fuck?” he said, frowning. “What the hell is going on?”
“It’s Chase. I would’ve called you, but I just didn’t even think. I though you might’ve heard…” Riley shook his head and glanced out the window at where the rain was pouring outside. “He’s got cancer. Stage two, testicular and spread to the lymph nodes. I couldn’t tell you online, mate. Not like that.”
Lachlan only just managed to keep a hold on the phone in his hand. His mouth just dropped open a little but no words formed. Nothing but a small, shocked gasp came out and he felt the emotion swell up inside him and clutch around his heart. “W-What… where… where is he? How is he?” he finally got out, standing up and looking around helplessly.
“He’s at home for the moment. The surgery is scheduled for first thing Monday morning. Wilson called me because I was still listed as Chase’s doctor and he was concerned Chase was going to have a delayed reaction in processing the news. He thought it was just best for him to go home and rest in preparation for the surgery.” Riley stopped and looked down at the surface of his desk. “I just couldn’t believe it.”
Lachlan put his hand up to his forehead as he tried to process the horrible news. “Should I call or go over there to see if they need anything? Maybe just leave a voicemail? Fuck. I dinnae know! I mean, I know there were times when things were real bad for Tara and me and we just couldnae face anyone. I dinnae want to intrude, but…”
“I know, buddy. I know,” Riley murmured. “Maybe just call his cell and leave a voicemail. If they just want to be alone, he won’t pick up, but he’ll get the message when he can. That's how I dealt with things when I was ill.”
“Aye…” Lachlan agreed, feeling very close to tears. Chase was one of their closest mates. Hell, he had been Chase’s Best Man! That continued for something like this, right? “I’ll let them know if they need anything for the bairn or anything… maybe some shopping done or whatever. Fuck… fuck!” He covered his mouth with his hand as the enormity of the news started to set in.
Riley nodded. “For us too. We’ll help if they need anything. We all will. Do you want me to call Pat? I know he’s tied up with Aiden’s family in Canada, but he’d want to know something like this.”
“Aye, he would. You’re right. I’ve got to tell Tara.” Lachlan shook his head as he felt himself choke up and start to cry. “She’s known him longer than any of us. She’s an Oncologist. I dinnae even know an easy way to tell her.”
“There is no easy way, mate,” Riley mumbled, resting his head in hand. “No easy way at all.”
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 508