[NYC] An olive branch

[drcampbell]

Who: Aiden and Lachlan
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre, New York
When: Wednesday evening
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[mrpublicity]

Aiden looked at Lachlan, confused. He knew he looked a mess; black smudges under his eyes from lack or rest and worry, his desperate need for a shave, the same clothes he had on since Pat was brought in. He didn't particularly care, though. Strange. He was usually always so finicky about his appearance, rarely seen in public anything but pristine. "What do you mean?" he asked with a small shake of his head. It didn't help that Pat's family hadn't arrived yet. He was completely packing it about that. He hadn't met a lover's parents in... well, maybe ever.

[drcampbell]

"I wouldnae be surprise if you're feeling like it's us versus you right now. It's nay like that, buddy. Please know that. And we dinnae blame you in anyway. We all know that Pat could literally go from fantastic to really poorly in a heartbeat. It just never ceases to be a total shock for us when he does. We didnae mean to make you feel like it was your fault he's taken a turn. You understand it isnae your fault, aye? Nay matter what you did, buddy, he would have still ended like this," Lachlan murmured. "It's just how it goes..."

[mrpublicity]

Aiden rested his elbow on the arm of the chair and rested his cheek against his hand. He averted his eyes to the starchy edge of the blanket hanging of the side of the bed. "He should have been with all you. You would have know what to do. I shouldn't have let him in the shower alone. He was really ill. I could see that. Hell, the vomiting for two hours seemed like nothing compared to later. He was in pain, his speech was off. I should have brought him straight to the hospital, but he said something about needing rest and he would be fine. Everyone was waiting for me to fuck this up and hurt him, so there. Now you all have it."

[drcampbell]

Lachlan gave Aiden a small nudge. "Lesson Number One. You arnae a psychic and neither is Pat. He cannae tell it's an attack until it's too late. Until then, it just really could mean he's overdone things. Which he does. That's Lesson Number Two. He cannae stop living because of this. He has to push his boundaries and keep going so this doesnae ruin his life. He will overdo it and he will take days to get over it. I know you want to wrap him up in cotton wool and protect him from that... we all do. But you cannae, buddy. We need to be his support, nay his prison cell. That's lesson Number Three, by the way. Hardest one to fucking learn. It took he and I ending up in near slap-down fights until I was finally able to see that he isnae as fragile as he seems to be."