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muserevival2014-01-13 02:58 am
dublinbass) wrote in muserevival2014-01-13 02:58 am
Quote of the Day 030.
“In trying to help someone else you will find yourself.”
- Bette Midler
Keiran knew when to admit defeat. He also knew that he hadn't been able to not try. Dillon was his little brother, and he wanted to ease his burden as much as he possibly could. He wanted to do everything in his power to help him through this ordeal of trying to kick an alcohol addiction, but he hadn't anticipated how painful it would be for him too. Not that he was selfish enough to put his feelings before Dillon's, because this was Dillon's fight, but he ached painfully inside seeing Dillon's struggle, and it was why he had agreed to give it a chance for Dillon to go through the first hurdle of this - detoxing - at home and not in some medical facility.
At first, it was okay. It started out relatively how one would expect it. Dillon just got increasingly more and more ill as his system struggled to cope without it's supply of alcohol entering his blood stream. At one point, he was lying on the floor of the bathroom writhing in pain, begging Keiran to just give him a small amount of alcohol to make the pain stop. The only place he could tolerate being was on the bathroom floor, because it was the coolest place he could get. He stripped right down to his underwear, only to be freezing within minutes. It was the third night after Dillon's withdrawal symptoms began plaguing him with vengeful force, and when they took a scary turn for the worst. Vomiting and diarrhoea Kieran could handle. He could handle the sweats, the mood swings, the tremors, the crippling headaches, the anxiety and paranoia.
What he couldn't handle was when his little brother started having hallucinations, closely followed by a convulsion.
It was about 2am. Keiran had fallen asleep on the sofa without realising, and rather than disturbing him, Mandy had just stepped into the drivers seat of taking care of Dillon when he needed it. Only, the next thing he knew, he was being woken abruptly by Dillon's screams of, "GET THE SPIDERS OF ME! GET THEM OFF ME!" He could almost be literally screaming the whole apartment block down. Getting into Dillon's bedroom, he was scrambling in his bed, trying to roughly shove the non-existent spiders off him. He looked like death. He was pale, eyes blood shot with heavy sunken circles beneath them, his shirt, bedding and hair drenched in sweat. Keiran hadn't been prepared for this. He was sure they had peaked in the worst of it. He had been so wrong.
He sat on the bed and tried to calm Dillon down by wrapping his arms around him and holding onto him, but it took a good few minutes before Dillon ended up responding. Or at least, he stopped building himself to hyperventilating panic about spiders trying to eat him. He had stilled quickly, falling silent and before Keiran could attempt to get some more fluids into him to counteract amount he was sweating, he was suddenly stiffening and convulsing. It was awful, and the only thing that stopped Keiran losing it was knowing he had to make sure Dillon got help. That was it, it had gone too far. This wasn't something he could hoped to see out on his own. Dillon needed urgent medical help.
He begged Mandy to call 911, but she was already doing it before Keiran even asked. She had known immediately something was wrong. Dillon was completely out of it as Keiran rode in the back of the ambulance with him to the hospital, barely holding it together. Mandy promised she would follow straight away in the car and meet him there. Two more convulsions in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, and he was triaged as high priority in Emergency, passed straight through to the doctors. All Keiran could do was stand there in the corridor, helplessly holding onto Dillon's hoodie clutched in his hands that he had, for some unknown reason, grabbed on their way out thinking that it was cold outside.
He didn't know what changed then. All he knew was that as soon as he saw Mandy come through the doors at the hospital, he had gone over to her, pulling her into a hug when he broke down from worry and exhaustion. It was a battle he couldn't help Dillon fight on his own... and he knew without a shadow of a doubt in that moment, Mandy was the one he had needed by his side all along.
Keiran O'Leary // Original Character
- Bette Midler
Keiran knew when to admit defeat. He also knew that he hadn't been able to not try. Dillon was his little brother, and he wanted to ease his burden as much as he possibly could. He wanted to do everything in his power to help him through this ordeal of trying to kick an alcohol addiction, but he hadn't anticipated how painful it would be for him too. Not that he was selfish enough to put his feelings before Dillon's, because this was Dillon's fight, but he ached painfully inside seeing Dillon's struggle, and it was why he had agreed to give it a chance for Dillon to go through the first hurdle of this - detoxing - at home and not in some medical facility.
At first, it was okay. It started out relatively how one would expect it. Dillon just got increasingly more and more ill as his system struggled to cope without it's supply of alcohol entering his blood stream. At one point, he was lying on the floor of the bathroom writhing in pain, begging Keiran to just give him a small amount of alcohol to make the pain stop. The only place he could tolerate being was on the bathroom floor, because it was the coolest place he could get. He stripped right down to his underwear, only to be freezing within minutes. It was the third night after Dillon's withdrawal symptoms began plaguing him with vengeful force, and when they took a scary turn for the worst. Vomiting and diarrhoea Kieran could handle. He could handle the sweats, the mood swings, the tremors, the crippling headaches, the anxiety and paranoia.
What he couldn't handle was when his little brother started having hallucinations, closely followed by a convulsion.
It was about 2am. Keiran had fallen asleep on the sofa without realising, and rather than disturbing him, Mandy had just stepped into the drivers seat of taking care of Dillon when he needed it. Only, the next thing he knew, he was being woken abruptly by Dillon's screams of, "GET THE SPIDERS OF ME! GET THEM OFF ME!" He could almost be literally screaming the whole apartment block down. Getting into Dillon's bedroom, he was scrambling in his bed, trying to roughly shove the non-existent spiders off him. He looked like death. He was pale, eyes blood shot with heavy sunken circles beneath them, his shirt, bedding and hair drenched in sweat. Keiran hadn't been prepared for this. He was sure they had peaked in the worst of it. He had been so wrong.
He sat on the bed and tried to calm Dillon down by wrapping his arms around him and holding onto him, but it took a good few minutes before Dillon ended up responding. Or at least, he stopped building himself to hyperventilating panic about spiders trying to eat him. He had stilled quickly, falling silent and before Keiran could attempt to get some more fluids into him to counteract amount he was sweating, he was suddenly stiffening and convulsing. It was awful, and the only thing that stopped Keiran losing it was knowing he had to make sure Dillon got help. That was it, it had gone too far. This wasn't something he could hoped to see out on his own. Dillon needed urgent medical help.
He begged Mandy to call 911, but she was already doing it before Keiran even asked. She had known immediately something was wrong. Dillon was completely out of it as Keiran rode in the back of the ambulance with him to the hospital, barely holding it together. Mandy promised she would follow straight away in the car and meet him there. Two more convulsions in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, and he was triaged as high priority in Emergency, passed straight through to the doctors. All Keiran could do was stand there in the corridor, helplessly holding onto Dillon's hoodie clutched in his hands that he had, for some unknown reason, grabbed on their way out thinking that it was cold outside.
He didn't know what changed then. All he knew was that as soon as he saw Mandy come through the doors at the hospital, he had gone over to her, pulling her into a hug when he broke down from worry and exhaustion. It was a battle he couldn't help Dillon fight on his own... and he knew without a shadow of a doubt in that moment, Mandy was the one he had needed by his side all along.
Keiran O'Leary // Original Character