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muserevival2017-01-14 10:42 pm
lovesguinness) wrote in muserevival2017-01-14 10:42 pm
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word of the day 004.
Portent
n. 1. A sign or warning that something significant is likely to happen; “an occurrence of crucial portent.”
Euan sat, and he waited. Just like countless days before this. If he couldn't be there to sit, and wait, he made sure someone else wasn't very far away. The interior of this hospital and this ICU room had become like a second home to him, even more so than his office at work. Life went on, day in, day out. Euan still worked, now elevated to Captain. He still had his fingers in countless pies, and saw horrific things in his line of work. His past forever haunted him, but these days, he saw it as a foundation of fuck-ups upon which to build a better life.
This life, he wasn't just a cop. He was a father, a husband, a son, a grandson, a brother, an uncle, a friend. He cherished every single one with each breath he was gifted with inhaling. Fuck knew, he didn't deserve any of it. Not really. He should have been dead and buried long ago. It was impossible for him not to think of this as Karma somehow coming back to get him for all the cuntish things he did. It didn't matter if he wasn't the same person anymore. Nothing erased your past.
Noah was like a son to him. Not young enough to be his biologically, but Euan always felt way more old than his years. Hard drugs and heavy life experiences had aged him beyond living years. The steps had been taken for Julie and Euan to officially foster Noah, so he could be covered by their medical insurance. Euan knew it was more than just that to the kid. It was someone stepping up for him and saying 'We got your back, mate, and we won't let you get hurt'. Unfortunately, Euan didn't have control over the most dangerous forces in this world. For all he did to try to protect his family, Noah was still lying here on life-support. He had been hooked up to these machines for months now. Despite the prodding from the doctors, Euan refused to let them flick the switch.
Drugs were lethal. Euan shouldn't still be here. He should have been dead and buried long ago. Instead, his parents had been taken, and his grandparents. Wasn't that enough for Karma to take payment for all the fucked up shit he pulled? Instead, he had a sick son, who was still a beautiful wee boy, for all the pain and suffering he went through, and his foster kid was on life support from what was either a lethal overdose, drugging, suicide attempt, or attempted murder. It was an ongoing investigation. One Euan had no choice but to pull in help on because he still had a family to take care of, an baby girl who had only been weeks old when Noah rocked up on death's door, a son that needed continuing medical care, bills that needed paying, and a family who needed him not to plunge into the pits guilt-laden despair. His own addictive influences were never too far away in his mind. It took vast self-control to keep them at bay.
Beside him, Caley was asleep in her stroller. She was the tiniest wee bundle with a sweep of red hair that was a perfect match to Julies, and bright green eyes. She smiled and giggled, and there was nothing more perfect in the world to Euan than seeing his son cuddling his baby sister and chatting away with her. Ciaran adored being a big brother. He was puny for his age as it was, people often mistaking him for an eight or nine year old, but he was going on twelve now. He fed her and changed her nappies. He read to her and sung to her. If anyone told Euan five years ago he would be a family man, let alone a Police Captain, he would've fucking laughed in their faces, or maybe even decked them. He wouldn't have been sober, but he wouldn't have been trashed either. He would've been clean for a few years by that point. It should feel like a lifetime ago, yet it only felt like yesterday.
But now it was crunch time. Christian said that there was no clinical benefit of keeping Noah on life support. His best chance of survival would be trying to wean him off it and see if they could isolate if he had any brain damage. It was a significant chance there was damage. You fucked with drugs, you always had a significant chance you would drop dead, but the spectrum in between wasn't pretty either. Euan had vowed that even if Noah survived yet was significantly disabled, they would still care for him. Julie backed him on that. Though now, he was wondering if it would have been more humane for the kid to let him go.
It was just a waiting game. Noah wasn't breathing without assistance, but apparently his heart was holding up. Christian warned it was about a 50/50 chance of what way it could go. Noah may begin to gain strength, little by little. Or he could rapidly deteriorate, arrest and die in the blink of an eye. Euan felt sick, but still, he sat and waited. He had been sitting there for almost three days straight, leaving only to shower and change. Julie had been bringing the kids by. She understood. Euan would never understand how he got so lucky to have his missus want to marry him and be stuck with him forever.
Christian said the signs were positive. Euan didn't ever quite believe in false hope, so he just take it as it came. Though, as he was sitting there, staring at the kid, something shifted. One moment, everything looked the same as it had for months, and the next... Noah's were opening. Euan sat forward quickly and took his hand. "It's okay, kiddo. I'm here f'ya'. Ya' ain't alone. Ya' just gotta keep tryin' f'us, alright?"
There was no immediacy to it, but soon, Noah got his eyes open a little more and Euan was sure he made eye contact, however brief. It was the only hint of recognition Euan got, so he squeezed Noah's hand, trying to milk just a tiny bit more. it was selfish. He knew that. But he didn't want the kid to die. He wasn't ready to give up on him. He definitely wasn't ready to fucking bury him.
Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)
n. 1. A sign or warning that something significant is likely to happen; “an occurrence of crucial portent.”
Euan sat, and he waited. Just like countless days before this. If he couldn't be there to sit, and wait, he made sure someone else wasn't very far away. The interior of this hospital and this ICU room had become like a second home to him, even more so than his office at work. Life went on, day in, day out. Euan still worked, now elevated to Captain. He still had his fingers in countless pies, and saw horrific things in his line of work. His past forever haunted him, but these days, he saw it as a foundation of fuck-ups upon which to build a better life.
This life, he wasn't just a cop. He was a father, a husband, a son, a grandson, a brother, an uncle, a friend. He cherished every single one with each breath he was gifted with inhaling. Fuck knew, he didn't deserve any of it. Not really. He should have been dead and buried long ago. It was impossible for him not to think of this as Karma somehow coming back to get him for all the cuntish things he did. It didn't matter if he wasn't the same person anymore. Nothing erased your past.
Noah was like a son to him. Not young enough to be his biologically, but Euan always felt way more old than his years. Hard drugs and heavy life experiences had aged him beyond living years. The steps had been taken for Julie and Euan to officially foster Noah, so he could be covered by their medical insurance. Euan knew it was more than just that to the kid. It was someone stepping up for him and saying 'We got your back, mate, and we won't let you get hurt'. Unfortunately, Euan didn't have control over the most dangerous forces in this world. For all he did to try to protect his family, Noah was still lying here on life-support. He had been hooked up to these machines for months now. Despite the prodding from the doctors, Euan refused to let them flick the switch.
Drugs were lethal. Euan shouldn't still be here. He should have been dead and buried long ago. Instead, his parents had been taken, and his grandparents. Wasn't that enough for Karma to take payment for all the fucked up shit he pulled? Instead, he had a sick son, who was still a beautiful wee boy, for all the pain and suffering he went through, and his foster kid was on life support from what was either a lethal overdose, drugging, suicide attempt, or attempted murder. It was an ongoing investigation. One Euan had no choice but to pull in help on because he still had a family to take care of, an baby girl who had only been weeks old when Noah rocked up on death's door, a son that needed continuing medical care, bills that needed paying, and a family who needed him not to plunge into the pits guilt-laden despair. His own addictive influences were never too far away in his mind. It took vast self-control to keep them at bay.
Beside him, Caley was asleep in her stroller. She was the tiniest wee bundle with a sweep of red hair that was a perfect match to Julies, and bright green eyes. She smiled and giggled, and there was nothing more perfect in the world to Euan than seeing his son cuddling his baby sister and chatting away with her. Ciaran adored being a big brother. He was puny for his age as it was, people often mistaking him for an eight or nine year old, but he was going on twelve now. He fed her and changed her nappies. He read to her and sung to her. If anyone told Euan five years ago he would be a family man, let alone a Police Captain, he would've fucking laughed in their faces, or maybe even decked them. He wouldn't have been sober, but he wouldn't have been trashed either. He would've been clean for a few years by that point. It should feel like a lifetime ago, yet it only felt like yesterday.
But now it was crunch time. Christian said that there was no clinical benefit of keeping Noah on life support. His best chance of survival would be trying to wean him off it and see if they could isolate if he had any brain damage. It was a significant chance there was damage. You fucked with drugs, you always had a significant chance you would drop dead, but the spectrum in between wasn't pretty either. Euan had vowed that even if Noah survived yet was significantly disabled, they would still care for him. Julie backed him on that. Though now, he was wondering if it would have been more humane for the kid to let him go.
It was just a waiting game. Noah wasn't breathing without assistance, but apparently his heart was holding up. Christian warned it was about a 50/50 chance of what way it could go. Noah may begin to gain strength, little by little. Or he could rapidly deteriorate, arrest and die in the blink of an eye. Euan felt sick, but still, he sat and waited. He had been sitting there for almost three days straight, leaving only to shower and change. Julie had been bringing the kids by. She understood. Euan would never understand how he got so lucky to have his missus want to marry him and be stuck with him forever.
Christian said the signs were positive. Euan didn't ever quite believe in false hope, so he just take it as it came. Though, as he was sitting there, staring at the kid, something shifted. One moment, everything looked the same as it had for months, and the next... Noah's were opening. Euan sat forward quickly and took his hand. "It's okay, kiddo. I'm here f'ya'. Ya' ain't alone. Ya' just gotta keep tryin' f'us, alright?"
There was no immediacy to it, but soon, Noah got his eyes open a little more and Euan was sure he made eye contact, however brief. It was the only hint of recognition Euan got, so he squeezed Noah's hand, trying to milk just a tiny bit more. it was selfish. He knew that. But he didn't want the kid to die. He wasn't ready to give up on him. He definitely wasn't ready to fucking bury him.
Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)