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"The most important thing in illness is never to lose heart." ~Nikolai Lenin
Euan had that coiled tension in his gut now that he had just sat for a good twenty minutes while his was throwing up over and over. He sat on the side of the hospital bed with him, holding one of those plastic bags to his mouth and rubbing his back. He fucking hated this part. Especially when the boy was begging him in the middle of it to help make it stop. Thankfully, Ciaran was now in a clean pair of Ninja Turtle pyjamas in some clean sheets and tucked back comfortably into the bed sipping a cup of water mixed with apple juice from a straw. He had a tiny bit more colour in his cheeks than he had when Euan first arrived, where he had promptly whimpered to his dad that he wanted to throw up. Luckily, Euan knew not to take the personally.
A nurse had come to give Ciaran a shot to stop him being sick and then helped Euan clean him up. That was the one thing Euan liked about this place. The staff never minded if you wanted to help out and still remain hands-on with your kid. Ciaran trusted the nurses, but he was a lot more content if Euan was there with him when he was being disrupted with something like getting a wash, changing the bed or giving him shots, which he didn’t like at all. The nurse dimmed the lights a little when she left, with a friendly reminder to just press the buzzer if Ciaran needed anything.
( Ciaran’s damp blonde hair was sticking up randomly over his head and Euan was once again getting nailed with those huge blue eyes... )
Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)
Euan had that coiled tension in his gut now that he had just sat for a good twenty minutes while his was throwing up over and over. He sat on the side of the hospital bed with him, holding one of those plastic bags to his mouth and rubbing his back. He fucking hated this part. Especially when the boy was begging him in the middle of it to help make it stop. Thankfully, Ciaran was now in a clean pair of Ninja Turtle pyjamas in some clean sheets and tucked back comfortably into the bed sipping a cup of water mixed with apple juice from a straw. He had a tiny bit more colour in his cheeks than he had when Euan first arrived, where he had promptly whimpered to his dad that he wanted to throw up. Luckily, Euan knew not to take the personally.
A nurse had come to give Ciaran a shot to stop him being sick and then helped Euan clean him up. That was the one thing Euan liked about this place. The staff never minded if you wanted to help out and still remain hands-on with your kid. Ciaran trusted the nurses, but he was a lot more content if Euan was there with him when he was being disrupted with something like getting a wash, changing the bed or giving him shots, which he didn’t like at all. The nurse dimmed the lights a little when she left, with a friendly reminder to just press the buzzer if Ciaran needed anything.
( Ciaran’s damp blonde hair was sticking up randomly over his head and Euan was once again getting nailed with those huge blue eyes... )
Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)
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