Entries tagged with [ship] andrew/daniel

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"I can feel it coming in the air tonight..."

Who: Andrew Pearson and Kurt Hummel-Anderson
What: Painful requests
Where: Kurt and Blaine's home, Scarsdale
When: Tuesday night

After making the drive to Scarsdale after a panicked phone call from Blaine in the middle of the night, Andrew sat on the side of the bed beside Kurt, listening to his chest with his stethoscope. Blaine was downstairs making everyone a cup of tea, Kurt's with honey and lemon at Andrew's suggestion. Blaine was near freaking out, so it would give him something to concentrate on while Andrew examined Kurt. Kurt's cough which he had on and off with the Lymphoma in his chest had gone from dry to wet and rattly. He had been struggling to breathe during the night and Andrew temperature check just revealed a fever of 103. He took the stethoscope from his ears and gave Kurt a small, sympathetic sigh while he pulled Kurt's long-sleeve t-shirt back down gently for him. "It's a chest infection, love. We need to tread really, really carefully with you here or it's going to warp into pneumonia in a snap. I really want to admit you to get you on oxygen and a badass dose of IV antibiotics, but you're going to fight me on that, aren't you?"

Kurt had a runny nose and sore throat too. To anyone else, it would just be a cold and a cough, they would be over it in a week and back on their feet. This could potentially spell tragedy for Kurt if they weren't extremely careful. It had come at the tail end of another chemo round, so it was going to be a tough fight already. Andrew felt a distinct twist in his stomach when he looked at Kurt as a very real sense of dread hit him that if the infection got worst, it could actually kill Kurt. "Please let me take you back Mount Sinai. Just to be on the safe side?"

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"I had to find you, tell you I need you. Tell you I set you apart."

Who: Andrew Pearson and Daniel Stewart
What: Long overdue heart-to-hearts
Where: Some popular bar in Manhattan
When: About 3 weeks after Dan fell ill

It was a work night for one of the ER nurse's birthday this time, and Andrew had seriously debated with himself for days on end whether he should even go or not. For one, they would be around booze, and two, the last night like this had basically been the catalyst of him falling off the wagon and having his life yet again crash and burn around him. But he had worked with the nurse since he got the job at Mount Sinai and he knew he had to go. She had even sweet-talked one of the casual medical officers to take Andrew's shift so he could be free. Plus, there was entirely another reason Andrew knew he should go...

He was nursing a Diet Coke and he waited until Daniel had paid for his own drink at the bar and was just walking away to head back to the booth full of nurses he had been sitting. Andrew let out a small, sharp breath and then went over to Dan before he reached the booth of the bar. "Hey," he greeted him with a small flash of a smile. "Do you think we could have a chat? Maybe somewhere a little more private? I think it's well overdue..." he added, knowing Daniel would be well aware of what he was referring to.

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[FACEBOOK] Private Message to <user site="livejournal.com" user="justbeingaqueen" title="Kurt Hummel

Hey, love... how are you doing? Have you got everything you need?

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[FACEBOOK]

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"You got the rights and there's always a temptation. This one more screwed up relation."

Who:

underthescrubs and

nobodysvictim
What: Denial is just a river blah fucking blah
Where: Daniel's apartment, Upper East Side
When: Following THIS and THIS
Rating: I vote we get rid of this rating thing, we're all old and have dirty minds anyway ;)

As Andrew had discovered in a haze of nightshift brain shock, Daniel had a lot of money. Considering he was the heir of a multi-millionaire and the owner of a mult-million dollar corporation, he wasn't living from paycheck to paycheck by any means. In fact, he didn't have to work, he just wanted to and needed to, because other than his job, his mom, and his friends, his life felt pretty empty otherwise. But his Upper East Side apartment just a couple of blocks walk from work was... opulent. The apartment block had a lobby with marble floors and extravagant flower arrangments manned by a Conceirge and receptionist. There was a swimming pool on the lower floors with a gym. It was the whole deal. Daniel lived on one of the upper floors with views of the city with lots of floor to ceiling windows, polished floors, glass and modern things. It had four bedrooms and three bathrooms, a theatre room, a huge kitchen, a formal dining room and a balcony. This was how he grew up in this lifestyle, so he was used to it, but he mostly didn't live the life of a millionaire by any means, so no one but those who were aware of it would assume it as his lifestyle.

He knew Andrew had been 100% stunned to discover that Daniel had this lifestyle and still chose to work as a nurse, but it was what it was, and despite his bank balances, Daniel still had the ability to get embarrassingly sick like anyone else. Daniel was lying on one of his huge plush sofas in his living room when he heard his front door unlock, open and close in the apartment distance without a knock. He was lying there in a mound of covers with a manual IV line in his arm feeding him fluids from a bag hanging off the top of the lamp beside the sofa, courtesy of Andrew and there was a strategically placed bucket on the floor beside him.

When Nate came into the room (it was no lie, he had a key to Daniel's apartment), Daniel just looked over at him tiredly. "I can't believe you let me talk you in a twist of delusion for so long. You're off your game with the fucked up hand, aren't you?" he asked and then gestured to the matching sofa across the large room where Andrew was crashed out on his stomach, feet hooked over the arm rest and arm hanging over the side. His breathing was so heavy and deep, Daniel knew he was so out he wouldn't hear a word Daniel and Nate said. "Fucking bastard and his fucking immaculate bedside manner, and ripped fucking body with ink and piercings..."

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"You got the rights and there's always a temptation. This one more screwed up relation."

Who:

underthescrubs and

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[TEXT] To nobodysvictim

Fuck me dead.

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"You'll let me through, there's nothin' you can do. You need my lovin', don't you know it's true."

Who:

bad2theboner and

underthescrubs
What: Doctors and nurses...
Where: Emergency Room, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Tuesday morning
Rating: Probably mostly innocentish, considering circumstances

Andrew was just at the tail end of a nightshift and the lethargy was setting in heavily. Everything seemed to take so much more effort lately, and whilst he could run on adrenaline (and caffeine) for a shift at work, damn did he feel it when it was over. He was at least relieved he had finally gotten Kurt discharged so he could be home with Blaine and his family for his birthday. They had invited Andrew around, but Andrew had politely declined, with a very doctorly reminder that Kurt was on early discharge and still needed to be on strict bed rest... which could be stretched to the sofa for a little while for his birthday. He had seen both Kurt and Blaine really smile for the first time in months, and that alone was worth it.

But now he had a few days rostered off and he was planning on just sleeping the entire time. He didn't want to face the world, he just wanted to hole up in his apartment, which was painfully quiet an empty without Sam, and sleep the hours away in hopes he might feel better when he woke up. It was probably wishful thinking, but at least he could hope. He was just standing at the Nurses' Station writing some final notes after giving handover to the morning staff when he glanced up and found Daniel heading over to the desk.

Okay, this could be awkward, but Andrew didn't want his workplace to be awkward when it was the only thing keeping him sane and away from the bottom of a bottle right now. He wet his lips, pen paused on the progress note he was working on. "Morning, dude," he greeted him and then signed his name with a flourish at the bottom of the page. He signed his name so damn much these days, he had a cheesy flourish to it. But he was just putting his pen back into the pocket of his labcoat when he did a slight double-take at Daniel, who was standing there looking a bit like a zombie. "Hey, are you okay? You don't look so hot."

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"You'll let me through, there's nothin' you can do. You need my lovin', don't you know it's true."

Who:

bad2theboner and

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"You are always on my mind..."

Who:

underthescrubs,

nobodysvictim and

bad2theboner (posting order)
What: That awkard moment where BFFs seem psychic...
Where: Emergency Room, Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: About three days after THIS and THIS
Rating: It may turn not innocent, who knows

The ER went from being in a bit of a lull to crazy hectic just over the course of Daniel's dinner break. He was working the evening shift that day, and it seemed like it was going to be one of those times where all the cases came out of the woodwork as the evening wore on. It was always the case with the weekend. In fact, he agreed to cut his break ten minutes short just so he could help ply through the initial triage rush of new patient cases.

The triage nurse intercepted him at the Nurses' Station and shoved a file into his hand, looking slightly harassed and trying to tuck some loose strands of her red hair back under her surgical cap. "Bay Eight, a bit of a messy cut hand. Patient's got it elevated. The doc's just held up with a puker in Four, so he'll be a few minutes. His first case of the night, poor dude. He asked if you can clean the hand up a bit so he can see the wound," she reeled off and Daniel just took the file with a nod before she was already hurrying off to her next intake.

Daniel was just approaching Bay Eight as flipped to the patient's front sheet to see the name and age to analyse how he should address them and his eyes widened in surprise. He yanked the curtain back from around the bay, eyebrows shooting up. "Nate? What the hell?!"

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"You are always on my mind..."

Who:

underthescrubs,

nobodysvictim and

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[FACEBOOK]

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"My friends are so depressed, I feel the question of your loneliness"

Who?

jewhawk,

mysongtosing, and

bad2theboner
What? Friendly commiseration?
When? Saturday night, the day after Louise goes back to Ohio
Where? Andy's apartment
Rating: Probably high

It seemed to be the week for people ending majorly serious relationships, between Sam leaving New York (why, Puck had no idea) and ending his engagement to Andrew, and Louise taking Junior... the child who carried Puck's name, regardless of not carrying his blood... and going back to Ohio. If he were honest, Puck wondered what the fuck was going on in the world, when everyone who seemed to finally be finding their feet was having the floor ripped out from under him.

It was that thought process that landed him on Andrew's front step, seeking out some commiseration, and possibly a buddy for a drink or two... or five. If anybody could feel Puck's pain here, it was Andy, and the fact was both of them could probably use somebody to talk to. Despite everything else going on, there was a huge part of Puck that was really worried about Andrew, too. There was far more going on than any one single thing, and Puck knew it. There was the whole situation with Sam for Andrew, and Louise for him. Then there was the fact that Puck's best friend's husband, also known as Andrews former lover, was extremely sick with cancer, and there was no way of knowing what was coming next.

It was all too much, and Puck could seriously go for some time with the guy he'd come to be friends with over the year or so they'd known each other. And if he wasn't mistaken, he was pretty damn sure Andy needed it, too.

After a moment of shifting awkwardly on the step, Puck pressed the button to buzz up to Andy's apartment. He heard Andrew's voice through the box, and told him who it was, waiting quietly until he was buzzed up. Moments later, he was standing outside the doctor's apartment door, swallowing hard against the onslaught of tears that so wanted to come out.

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"My friends are so depressed, I feel the question of your loneliness"

Who?

jewhawk,

mysongtosing, and

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"I made a stupid mistake and my world crashed down all around me."

Who:

mightbenaughty and

bad2theboner
What: And I threw it all away
Where: Andrew's apartment
When: Follows THIS and THIS
Rating: Could be high

Abigail felt really guilty about asking Pete for his help to track Andrew down and get him home safely, only to abruptly tell him to leave when they got to Andrew's apartment and she saw the complete state of devastation everything was in. It was a disaster area, and there were empty booze bottles strewn all over the place, not to mention the book case toppled over in the middle of the living room with books, picture frames and other items smashed underneath it. She had been stunned and didn't know how to cope. All she knew was that Andrew didn't need an audience for it, nor did he need to know right then that Abigail was dating Pete. That was an introduction that was going to have to wait.

It was not the afternoon after the horrific night before and after hearing Andrew's hangover making him violently ill in the bathroom up the hall, followed by him stumbling back to his bedroom, she finally went through to him with a large bottle of a Pedialite and Gatorade concoction she had mixed up the night before when she saw how much he had trashed himself... and not just on booze, but she could smell stale marijuana and cigarettes on him too.

That wasn't the worst part, though. It had been when she was cleaning up the catastrophic mess in his living room that she came across a USB stick with Sam's name on it. She probably shouldn't have snooped, but considering the fact Sam had apparently left her twin without any warning and Andrew had trashed himself into a stupor, she needed to try and find out what went wrong. Nothing really could have prepared her for what she saw, nor what she read in a letter from Sam she found torn in half under the coffee table. In the blink of an eye, her brother had thrown everything good away and she had no idea why.

She entered his bedroom and set the bottle down on his nightstand. "You cheated on him."

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"I made a stupid mistake and my world crashed down all around me."

Who:

mightbenaughty and

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[FACEBOOK]

bad2theboner is now single.

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"Coming and going, asleep and awake, in bed at the hospital."

Who:

justbeingaqueen (and open to anyone)
What: In which the boredom begins to set in
Where: High Dependency Unit, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Saturday
Rating: Whatever

Blaine was being a little more obedient these days. When Kurt suggested his husband go home for sleep, food, and a shower, it only took a bit of coaxing and urging as opposed to being met with an all-out brick wall protest. Blaine just always looked tired and weak right now, so any success Kurt had in getting him home to rest was the equivalent of winning a gold medal as far as he was concerned. Things were looking up too. Kurt had been transferred from the ICU to the HDU the day before when his pulmonary stats had stayed consistent for whatever period of time the policy manual stated. It meant he wasn't just restricted to family members as visitors, even if the visiting hours were still less than the rest of the hospital.

But this was one of those rare times no one was here, and whilst it gave him a chance to just lie there and feel weak and sick initially without putting up any fronts, now that he couldn't sleep, he was starting to feel lonely and isolated. He was on bed rest, so he couldn't go anywhere. He wasn't even allowed up for the bathroom. Normally he would fight that passionately because he hated being idle, but the attempt to sit up and move a little with the physio therapist the day before had exhausted him and left him in a lot of pain. It was still a fighting battle.

He lay there staring out the window with the covers pulled up to his chest. If he could sleep, it would be okay, but it wasn't coming to him right now. These were the times he hated the most, because without distractions, his mind went to places he didn't want it to be. Like the fact he kept dreaming about his mom right now or the fact he was pretty sure the light he kept coming back to in his memory wasn't just a nice piece of interior decorating. Had he really come that close to checking out? He really, really did not want to think about that.

[ooc: I'm cool with multiple threads/taggers, as always - just assume one scene comes after the other. It's not like he's going anywhere!]

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"Coming and going, asleep and awake, in bed at the hospital."

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