just_muse_me | 9.5.4. Food poisoning
9.5.4. Food poisoning
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“Where’s Aiden?” was the first thing Cameron asked when he walked into his twin’s hospital room and found only Lachlan there babysitting. “And where’s your wife, anyway? Half expected her to be here sucking you off, or the like.” He dropped down into the chair beside Lachlan and proceeded to stare helplessly at his sleeping twin. Jetlag had already set in and it was making him more on the cranky side than anything else. One couldn’t pull off two international flights in two days and remain perky.
Lachlan released his hand from where he had been clutching his stomach for the last hour. He felt sick. His stomach hadn’t been the same since the trip to Mexico, with the symptoms seeming to come and go in waves. It wasn’t uncommon for it to take a wee while for a GI tract to heal after a bout of gastro like he had on the holiday, but enough already. It was back again. The drilling nausea and diarrhoea. Now he was sweating profusely, but he was putting that down to the desperate attempt not to crap himself. Charming, sure, but something everyone was familiar with at some point in their lives. He promised Aiden he would stay with Pat while he had lunch with Tara, plus he had to meet Tara here afterwards so they could head back to her parents’ place for the night. She was to the point in her pregnancy where her body was aching from the extra weight with her feet swelling and back cramping at regular intervals. As much as the wanted to, sitting in a hospital waiting room for days couldn’t be on the menu for her. She needed proper amounts of sleep, especially with her precarious pregnancy history. “He’s having lunch with Tara. He needed to talk to someone who understood what he was going through,” he explained with a small, pained moan.
Cameron nodded and then looked at Lachlan with a frown. “Hey, you look like utter shit, mate. What’s up?” he asked and put his hand on Lachlan’s forehead. “Jeez, man, you’re roasting.”
“Am I?” Lachlan asked and felt his own cheek with the back of his hand. “Aye, but it’s nothing. I’m fine. Just still feeling crap now and again from the water in Mexico. How was the trip?”
“Long,” Cameron replied, still frowning. He didn’t buy the Scot’s change of subject. Clearly his honorary brother wasn’t feeling good at all. He poured some water from the jug beside Pat’s bed into the empty plastic cup and handed it to Lachlan. “Have they said anything on Pat’s progress? How’s Aiden holding up? The poor bastard must be shitting himself.”
Lachlan accepted the cup gratefully and took a small sip. “Nay much. He’ll be okay. He’s just sedated. Concussion might have exacerbated the already increasing MS symptoms. They want to keep him asleep until the swelling on his head goes down a wee bit. Aiden’s nay doing so well. He’s been feeling out of the loop and convinced we’re all going to hate him and run him off because he hurt Pat. Nay to mention meeting your folks.”
“What the fuck? He didn’t hurt Pat. Pat just hurts himself because of the MS. Shit, the guy needs to realise that or he’ll give himself an ulcer,” Cameron noted wryly. “Mum and Dad are cool with it. They’re glad Pat is happy and nothing more. They’re excited about meeting Aiden. Hell, I think Mum might have bought him a gift. Is his, ah, BFF around at all?”
Lachlan managed a weak smirk. “Aye. What have you got going on there?”
Cameron waved his hand. “Don’t go get getting any ideas, MacNosey. It’s a fling. If we’re in the same place at the same time, we get it on. Neither of us are looking to settle down. Not that there is anything wrong with that. You and Pat were always made for shit like that. I have to put the ball first above all else. Well, except for my family. I’m probably just going to stick it out here til the New Year now. No sense fucking off back home for a few days to just need to come back in a week for our birthday.”
“Party at Luke’s bar,” Lachlan reminded him. “Surprise for Pat. You should ask Harri to go with you. What’s one date going to hurt you both?”
“Because there is no future in this?” Cameron pointed out. “She’s here, I’m there. I’m always going to be there as long as my contract runs with Liverpool. I’m signed until 2010.”
Lachlan shrugged slightly and then broke out into a heavy shiver, despite the sweating. “So? Long distance might nay have worked for Pat, but you’re hardly as identical as your birth certificates say. So, dinnae settle. Just have fun until either of you are-” He stopped abruptly and suddenly leaned forward, only managing to miss throwing up all over his lap by inches, but making a right mess of the floor at his feet.
“Jesus fucking hell!” Cameron swore in surprise, jumping up to get out of the way. “This is what you call fine? Still, if you’re going to puke, may as well make it in a hospital.” He put his hand on Lachlan’s back and rubbed it softly.
Lachlan thought he was done and went to reassure Cameron he was fine, but he wasn’t. His stomach contracted again, causing yet another wave of vomiting. “Get Riley,” he managed to cough out, hoping desperately that the exertion of throwing up wasn’t going to force him into a total moment of mortification at the other end of the proceedings. He was willing to concede something might be wrong. Fever, chills, vomiting and diarrhoea. Surely just food poisoning or something he ate? He tried to diagnose himself, but it was a little difficult when trying to concentrate on not puking up a kidney. “And a cleaner,” he had to aid hastily, putting a hand on the edge of Pat’s bed and resting his head on his arm.
“You look like you need a doctor!” Cameron cried and then winced. “Right, fuck. Riley’s a doctor. Just hard to remember that when you’re all like brothers to me and I see you giving each other wedgies rather than giving each other injections. What about Tara? I’ll call Tara.”
Lachlan groaned and clutched his stomach. “She doesnane have her cell. Try Aiden but just get Riley, please! He’ll know what to do.” That’s all he managed before he was throwing up yet again. Now that the floodgates had opened, there was no stopping it.
“What about one of those bag things?” Cameron said anxiously and then nodded. “Right, right. Riley. He’ll know where to get the bag things. If I can’t find him, I’m coming back and bringing the first hot nurse I can find,” he warned and then bounded out of the room.
Cameron is written by the mun of cameronpreston. All characters referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,152
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“Where’s Aiden?” was the first thing Cameron asked when he walked into his twin’s hospital room and found only Lachlan there babysitting. “And where’s your wife, anyway? Half expected her to be here sucking you off, or the like.” He dropped down into the chair beside Lachlan and proceeded to stare helplessly at his sleeping twin. Jetlag had already set in and it was making him more on the cranky side than anything else. One couldn’t pull off two international flights in two days and remain perky.
Lachlan released his hand from where he had been clutching his stomach for the last hour. He felt sick. His stomach hadn’t been the same since the trip to Mexico, with the symptoms seeming to come and go in waves. It wasn’t uncommon for it to take a wee while for a GI tract to heal after a bout of gastro like he had on the holiday, but enough already. It was back again. The drilling nausea and diarrhoea. Now he was sweating profusely, but he was putting that down to the desperate attempt not to crap himself. Charming, sure, but something everyone was familiar with at some point in their lives. He promised Aiden he would stay with Pat while he had lunch with Tara, plus he had to meet Tara here afterwards so they could head back to her parents’ place for the night. She was to the point in her pregnancy where her body was aching from the extra weight with her feet swelling and back cramping at regular intervals. As much as the wanted to, sitting in a hospital waiting room for days couldn’t be on the menu for her. She needed proper amounts of sleep, especially with her precarious pregnancy history. “He’s having lunch with Tara. He needed to talk to someone who understood what he was going through,” he explained with a small, pained moan.
Cameron nodded and then looked at Lachlan with a frown. “Hey, you look like utter shit, mate. What’s up?” he asked and put his hand on Lachlan’s forehead. “Jeez, man, you’re roasting.”
“Am I?” Lachlan asked and felt his own cheek with the back of his hand. “Aye, but it’s nothing. I’m fine. Just still feeling crap now and again from the water in Mexico. How was the trip?”
“Long,” Cameron replied, still frowning. He didn’t buy the Scot’s change of subject. Clearly his honorary brother wasn’t feeling good at all. He poured some water from the jug beside Pat’s bed into the empty plastic cup and handed it to Lachlan. “Have they said anything on Pat’s progress? How’s Aiden holding up? The poor bastard must be shitting himself.”
Lachlan accepted the cup gratefully and took a small sip. “Nay much. He’ll be okay. He’s just sedated. Concussion might have exacerbated the already increasing MS symptoms. They want to keep him asleep until the swelling on his head goes down a wee bit. Aiden’s nay doing so well. He’s been feeling out of the loop and convinced we’re all going to hate him and run him off because he hurt Pat. Nay to mention meeting your folks.”
“What the fuck? He didn’t hurt Pat. Pat just hurts himself because of the MS. Shit, the guy needs to realise that or he’ll give himself an ulcer,” Cameron noted wryly. “Mum and Dad are cool with it. They’re glad Pat is happy and nothing more. They’re excited about meeting Aiden. Hell, I think Mum might have bought him a gift. Is his, ah, BFF around at all?”
Lachlan managed a weak smirk. “Aye. What have you got going on there?”
Cameron waved his hand. “Don’t go get getting any ideas, MacNosey. It’s a fling. If we’re in the same place at the same time, we get it on. Neither of us are looking to settle down. Not that there is anything wrong with that. You and Pat were always made for shit like that. I have to put the ball first above all else. Well, except for my family. I’m probably just going to stick it out here til the New Year now. No sense fucking off back home for a few days to just need to come back in a week for our birthday.”
“Party at Luke’s bar,” Lachlan reminded him. “Surprise for Pat. You should ask Harri to go with you. What’s one date going to hurt you both?”
“Because there is no future in this?” Cameron pointed out. “She’s here, I’m there. I’m always going to be there as long as my contract runs with Liverpool. I’m signed until 2010.”
Lachlan shrugged slightly and then broke out into a heavy shiver, despite the sweating. “So? Long distance might nay have worked for Pat, but you’re hardly as identical as your birth certificates say. So, dinnae settle. Just have fun until either of you are-” He stopped abruptly and suddenly leaned forward, only managing to miss throwing up all over his lap by inches, but making a right mess of the floor at his feet.
“Jesus fucking hell!” Cameron swore in surprise, jumping up to get out of the way. “This is what you call fine? Still, if you’re going to puke, may as well make it in a hospital.” He put his hand on Lachlan’s back and rubbed it softly.
Lachlan thought he was done and went to reassure Cameron he was fine, but he wasn’t. His stomach contracted again, causing yet another wave of vomiting. “Get Riley,” he managed to cough out, hoping desperately that the exertion of throwing up wasn’t going to force him into a total moment of mortification at the other end of the proceedings. He was willing to concede something might be wrong. Fever, chills, vomiting and diarrhoea. Surely just food poisoning or something he ate? He tried to diagnose himself, but it was a little difficult when trying to concentrate on not puking up a kidney. “And a cleaner,” he had to aid hastily, putting a hand on the edge of Pat’s bed and resting his head on his arm.
“You look like you need a doctor!” Cameron cried and then winced. “Right, fuck. Riley’s a doctor. Just hard to remember that when you’re all like brothers to me and I see you giving each other wedgies rather than giving each other injections. What about Tara? I’ll call Tara.”
Lachlan groaned and clutched his stomach. “She doesnane have her cell. Try Aiden but just get Riley, please! He’ll know what to do.” That’s all he managed before he was throwing up yet again. Now that the floodgates had opened, there was no stopping it.
“What about one of those bag things?” Cameron said anxiously and then nodded. “Right, right. Riley. He’ll know where to get the bag things. If I can’t find him, I’m coming back and bringing the first hot nurse I can find,” he warned and then bounded out of the room.
Cameron is written by the mun of cameronpreston. All characters referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,152