1.26. When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
'Stand By Me' - John Lennon
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Cameron drew a rough, shaky breath and glanced up the ceiling, swallowing heavily a few times to try and stop himself from crying. It was probably just a sheer miracle he was alone with Pat in the hospital room. With Aiden and Harri, Lachlan and Tara, Riley and Evie, and Izzy all here in the wake of Pat's unexpected admission, Pat was rarely alone in the room, which was a small comfort for Cameron. He kept his hand wrapped around his twin's fingers. Pat's hands were always so cold when he was in hospital. It reminded Cameron of something Tara said after Lachlan was shot. He had loss so much blood, there was little blood circulation in his hands and she said she would only know he was still alive when his hands were warm like they should be. It was something that had stuck with Cameron ever since and came pushing its way to the front of his mind every time he found himself sitting vigil at Pat's side in a hospital.
He had a strange sensation that someone had smacked his head into a brick wall; dazed and confused with too many thoughts and not enough ability to process them. His head ached and stomach ached. His body all over felt heavy and drained with the stress pooling in his injured knee making mobility even more difficult than usual. He couldn't even recognise anymore if it was Pat's pain or his he was feeling. Biting down on his lip in another effort not to cry, Cameron turned his head to look out the glass walls of the hospital room. Aiden was never very far away, but this time he was nursing a sleeping RJ as he leant tiredly against the wall across the corridor. A wave of guilt and surged up into Cameron's chest and he had to look away, no longer able to stop the tears spilling over. Aiden holding a baby was the last image his brain needed to process right now, but there it was in the flesh, Harri standing nearby looking very pregnant and stroking her fingers over RJ's little blond head. This wasn't fucking fair. How could Cameron possibly tell Pat that Izzy was pregnant? That Cameron was going to be a father, when it was something Pat felt he could never happily face? Aiden wasn't supposed to look so fucking right holding a baby. It was hard enough seeing Lachlan in Dad Mode. Cameron didn't know if he had it in him to hurt his twin all over again. He could still see the look on Pat's face when he reflexively exploded over the news Pat was married. Pat was married, and Cameron wasn't. Pat had every single thing it took to be a father... Cameron didn't.
And all of this on top of the already painfully exposed raw nerve of hearing he was out of the game for at least a season. He hadn't had time to process that or even begin to know how to cope with it before Izzy was telling him she was pregnant, and then Lachlan was on the phone telling him Pat was in the ICU again, unconcious and unresponsive. It felt like his chest had so much pressure on it that it was going to explode and he was only just managing to keep breathing and functioning. He wanted to scream, or punch something, or throw up... anything to just ease that pressure. Pat was always the one he turned to when things went arse-up, and now Cameron was facing some of the most difficult crisis of his life, and Pat was lying here in front of him, unconscious, cold and looking sick with no signs of his usual bouncy colourful self. Cameron had his twin's hand linked with his own, yet he had never in his life felt further away him from or more lonely than he did right then. There were other people there to help him, to support him, but he didn't want that. He wanted his brother, and he was falling apart without him.
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