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muserevival2016-10-02 03:11 pm
lovesguinness) wrote in muserevival2016-10-02 03:11 pm
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128.1. Lyrics
"But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again"
• The Cave, Mumford & Sons
Life was hard to juggle lately, but they were doing the best they could. With Jules pulling a weekend nightshift, Euan had the reigns with their bairn. The last place he wanted to be with her was at the hospital, but shit happened. He was standing by the window of the ICU room, nursing his sleeping daughter in his arms, trying to keep her settled with soft, soothing pats to her back as he rocked her just a little. It had taken some work to get her to sleep after feeding her, so he was reluctant to break the rhythm he had.
Behind him, the beeps and sighs of the life support machines had become background noise. Caley was one of those babies that slept to sound. Usually it was music, any eclectic mix they could get their hands on. The hospital noises apparently did the trick too.
"Euan?"
Dark eyes shifted from the view out the window so he could turn to see who was trying to get his attention. Christian was there, and the look on his face was far from positive. "Aye, what is it, bud?"
"Can you come sit down for a minute. I need to discuss something with you." Christian gestured to the chairs near where he was standing.
Euan had plenty of horrific conversations in his life about terrible things. There was apprehension in his gut as he sat, careful not to jostle his daughter too much. She stirred a little but didn't wake and he tucked her pink baby blanket around her.
"We need to talk about letting him go, buddy," Christian began quietly. "There's been no change in his condition, and if the next neurological examination shows no brain activity, we need to think seriously about whether to continue the life support or not."
Euan's face was stony as he looked at Christian. Inside, his gut roiled to the point he felt like vomiting. He shook his head. "No. We ain't switchin' him off. Absolutely fuckin' not. I told ya', I ain't givin' up on him. I've come back from worse than this. Were ya' gonna fuckin' switch me off too?"
"Even if he comes out of this, he could be severely mentally or physically disabled. We don't know what the drugs did to him, or how long he was there before Clint got to him. We can't even know if this was a deliberate OD either. He might not want to come back..."
"Well, it ain't for him t'decide, is it? 'Cause he ain't here, and he gave me the power f'when he ain't. Got it?" Euan said, his words tense. He looked at Noah in the bed. He looked like a shell, Euan knew that. But he still wasn't going to give up.
Christian reached over to get Noah's chart, double-checking all the information he already had. "Are you equipped to deal with caring for a disabled person?"
"F'fuck's sake, Christian. I have a disabled kid. Don't fuck me 'round here. I ain't in the mood. Ya' can forget it. I ain't pullin' the plug," he said firmly.
Christian had to persist. "Brain damage. He could be a vegetable. Is that what he would want?"
"Ditch the fuckin' mind games, pal," Euan warned.
"Can you at least take some time to consider the next move carefully? Think about it."
"Ya' don't think I ain't been thinkin' 'bout it constantly since this happened? I promised him I'd take care o'him no matter fuckin' what. And that's what I'm gonna do. What's the next move? We wait. We fuckin' wait." Euan turned his fierce gaze back on Christian. "No room f'discussion."
Christian nodded reluctantly. His hands were tied. He stood. "I'll tell them you want to be present for the next set of examinations."
"Cheers," was all Euan mumbled. Discussion was over. As Christian was moving to leave, Euan caught his attention once more. "Would ya' ever tell Evan t'pull the plug on Jace?"
Christian hesitated and looked back at Euan over his shoulder. "Never," he conceded.
Euan just gave him a knowing nod, and the doctor disappeared back into the bowels of the ICU, leaving Euan with his messed up and nauseating thoughts.
Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)
- all referenced muses used with permission
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again"
• The Cave, Mumford & Sons
Life was hard to juggle lately, but they were doing the best they could. With Jules pulling a weekend nightshift, Euan had the reigns with their bairn. The last place he wanted to be with her was at the hospital, but shit happened. He was standing by the window of the ICU room, nursing his sleeping daughter in his arms, trying to keep her settled with soft, soothing pats to her back as he rocked her just a little. It had taken some work to get her to sleep after feeding her, so he was reluctant to break the rhythm he had.
Behind him, the beeps and sighs of the life support machines had become background noise. Caley was one of those babies that slept to sound. Usually it was music, any eclectic mix they could get their hands on. The hospital noises apparently did the trick too.
"Euan?"
Dark eyes shifted from the view out the window so he could turn to see who was trying to get his attention. Christian was there, and the look on his face was far from positive. "Aye, what is it, bud?"
"Can you come sit down for a minute. I need to discuss something with you." Christian gestured to the chairs near where he was standing.
Euan had plenty of horrific conversations in his life about terrible things. There was apprehension in his gut as he sat, careful not to jostle his daughter too much. She stirred a little but didn't wake and he tucked her pink baby blanket around her.
"We need to talk about letting him go, buddy," Christian began quietly. "There's been no change in his condition, and if the next neurological examination shows no brain activity, we need to think seriously about whether to continue the life support or not."
Euan's face was stony as he looked at Christian. Inside, his gut roiled to the point he felt like vomiting. He shook his head. "No. We ain't switchin' him off. Absolutely fuckin' not. I told ya', I ain't givin' up on him. I've come back from worse than this. Were ya' gonna fuckin' switch me off too?"
"Even if he comes out of this, he could be severely mentally or physically disabled. We don't know what the drugs did to him, or how long he was there before Clint got to him. We can't even know if this was a deliberate OD either. He might not want to come back..."
"Well, it ain't for him t'decide, is it? 'Cause he ain't here, and he gave me the power f'when he ain't. Got it?" Euan said, his words tense. He looked at Noah in the bed. He looked like a shell, Euan knew that. But he still wasn't going to give up.
Christian reached over to get Noah's chart, double-checking all the information he already had. "Are you equipped to deal with caring for a disabled person?"
"F'fuck's sake, Christian. I have a disabled kid. Don't fuck me 'round here. I ain't in the mood. Ya' can forget it. I ain't pullin' the plug," he said firmly.
Christian had to persist. "Brain damage. He could be a vegetable. Is that what he would want?"
"Ditch the fuckin' mind games, pal," Euan warned.
"Can you at least take some time to consider the next move carefully? Think about it."
"Ya' don't think I ain't been thinkin' 'bout it constantly since this happened? I promised him I'd take care o'him no matter fuckin' what. And that's what I'm gonna do. What's the next move? We wait. We fuckin' wait." Euan turned his fierce gaze back on Christian. "No room f'discussion."
Christian nodded reluctantly. His hands were tied. He stood. "I'll tell them you want to be present for the next set of examinations."
"Cheers," was all Euan mumbled. Discussion was over. As Christian was moving to leave, Euan caught his attention once more. "Would ya' ever tell Evan t'pull the plug on Jace?"
Christian hesitated and looked back at Euan over his shoulder. "Never," he conceded.
Euan just gave him a knowing nod, and the doctor disappeared back into the bowels of the ICU, leaving Euan with his messed up and nauseating thoughts.
Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)
- all referenced muses used with permission