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muserevival2014-01-23 07:25 pm
arrecho) wrote in muserevival2014-01-23 07:25 pm
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Word of the Day 033.
Solicitude
n. 1. care or concern for someone or something.
Emilio had been relieved to hear he could call the rehab place Cole was checked into to check on how he was doing. It was something family had the luxury of, and Jax being Jax, lied through his teeth and told them Emilio was Cole's fiancé but had been in hospital with a bad case of salmonella so wasn't able to be there in person to get any instructions to family members and that was why he sent his brother on his behalf. He was glad he at least had a port of call to be able to follow Cole's progress because he would have no access to communication with anyone external to the treatment program during the detox phase. As tempting as it was to ring every second hour for a progress report, he had waited until Cole had been in there three nights and then called up to see how he was doing.
Cole wasn't doing well. He wasn't doing well at all. Emilio spoke to one of the nurses who was handling Cole's care through his detox program, and she filled him in as best she could. Cole had even been beginning to withdraw at the point of the initial assessment. He was only in 24 hours before he was in too much pain and too sick to do anything but kneel on the bathroom floor over the toilet, where he had apparently verbalised to the nurses that he was okay just staying there for the moment and hadn't needed assistance. He was suffering terrible stomach pain and wasn't eating or drinking, so they had started some IV fluid therapy. On their next check, Cole was found passed out on the bathroom floor that adjoined his private room. He was found to have high blood pressure and a fever coming close to a dangerous level.
Despite the fact Emilio's ass felt like it was dropping out of him hearing they, they did reassure him that Cole was being monitored closely now. His blood pressure had come down and they said the fever wasn't uncommon in drug withdrawal with the body's system trying to fight the effects of the withdrawal. Emilio had thanked the nurse for her time and ended the call, but he felt more worried and stressed than before he had called.
He wasn't much of a smoker. Mostly just social, if anything. But in the wake of the update on Cole, he dug a pack of cigarettes out of one of his kitchen drawers and went out onto his apartment balcony. He was now taking his phone anywhere he moved in case they called him with bad news. They had to be resolved to the fact that Cole had been a hard drinker and a hard druger user for years now, and there might be complications. It wasn't a huge risk, but it was definitely a possibility. Now he had confirmation that Cole was doing it tough and was pretty ill right up, he was more scared for him than before.
Emilio sat down at the little outdoor table he had and lit up a cigarette. It was cold out, and his breath was condensing with every exhalation. He hadn't know Cole very long, but he had a lot of feelings for him that were only increasing. He cared about him and he was concerned with how he would hold up through all this. Not just physically, because the sickness and pain he was going through were common. Cole had PTSD, though. It was the reason he was so badly hooked on all these substances to start with, and why he hadn't wanted to get off them. How was he going to hold up psychologically through all of this? There was a very real chance he might come out of the rehab and not want any part of his old life... Emilio included. Right now, it was just taking all of Emilio's strength not to get in the car and drive Massachusets to try to see him.
He couldn't, though. Cole was signed up for top notch interventional therapy and that meant intervening on every part of his life that invitited his drug craving and addiction. It would have been a massively difficult choice for him to make, but he had chosen the toughest program of all, laying his whole withdrawal and recovery in the hands of professionals, which meant sans the people he loved the most. There might be a point down the track where he may choose to see Emilio, or Destina, but it was unlikely he would see his friend, Ben. Emilion still hadn't met Ben, but he was the brother of Cole's lover and a fellow pilot at the time the horrific tragedy happened. It was difficult for Emilio to actually picture Cole as a Special Ops fighter pilot. He had to have been such a different person back there. One who still had hope, and one who hadn't constructed a world of substance-fueled fake reality.
After a few moments of sitting there, lost in thought with his leg bouncing anxiously with knowing this was only the very start, he got up and went inside to grab a notebook and a pen. Part of him was thinking he would write Cole a letter that he could send him at some point, but he didn't want to overload Cole's already traumatised and pressured mind, his attention span probably not much more than an ant right now. Instead, cigarette hanging at the corner of his lips, he just scrawled a small and simple note he would put in the mail the next day...
Stay strong, babe.
- Emilio x
He closed the book over and rested his palm on top of it, ashing his cigarette into the crystal ashtray beside him. But after another moment or two, the notebook was re-opened and he scribbled out the note to start another.
Stay strong, babe.
I won't stop thinking of you.
- Love Emilio x
Emilio Alvarez
{ original character }
n. 1. care or concern for someone or something.
Emilio had been relieved to hear he could call the rehab place Cole was checked into to check on how he was doing. It was something family had the luxury of, and Jax being Jax, lied through his teeth and told them Emilio was Cole's fiancé but had been in hospital with a bad case of salmonella so wasn't able to be there in person to get any instructions to family members and that was why he sent his brother on his behalf. He was glad he at least had a port of call to be able to follow Cole's progress because he would have no access to communication with anyone external to the treatment program during the detox phase. As tempting as it was to ring every second hour for a progress report, he had waited until Cole had been in there three nights and then called up to see how he was doing.
Cole wasn't doing well. He wasn't doing well at all. Emilio spoke to one of the nurses who was handling Cole's care through his detox program, and she filled him in as best she could. Cole had even been beginning to withdraw at the point of the initial assessment. He was only in 24 hours before he was in too much pain and too sick to do anything but kneel on the bathroom floor over the toilet, where he had apparently verbalised to the nurses that he was okay just staying there for the moment and hadn't needed assistance. He was suffering terrible stomach pain and wasn't eating or drinking, so they had started some IV fluid therapy. On their next check, Cole was found passed out on the bathroom floor that adjoined his private room. He was found to have high blood pressure and a fever coming close to a dangerous level.
Despite the fact Emilio's ass felt like it was dropping out of him hearing they, they did reassure him that Cole was being monitored closely now. His blood pressure had come down and they said the fever wasn't uncommon in drug withdrawal with the body's system trying to fight the effects of the withdrawal. Emilio had thanked the nurse for her time and ended the call, but he felt more worried and stressed than before he had called.
He wasn't much of a smoker. Mostly just social, if anything. But in the wake of the update on Cole, he dug a pack of cigarettes out of one of his kitchen drawers and went out onto his apartment balcony. He was now taking his phone anywhere he moved in case they called him with bad news. They had to be resolved to the fact that Cole had been a hard drinker and a hard druger user for years now, and there might be complications. It wasn't a huge risk, but it was definitely a possibility. Now he had confirmation that Cole was doing it tough and was pretty ill right up, he was more scared for him than before.
Emilio sat down at the little outdoor table he had and lit up a cigarette. It was cold out, and his breath was condensing with every exhalation. He hadn't know Cole very long, but he had a lot of feelings for him that were only increasing. He cared about him and he was concerned with how he would hold up through all this. Not just physically, because the sickness and pain he was going through were common. Cole had PTSD, though. It was the reason he was so badly hooked on all these substances to start with, and why he hadn't wanted to get off them. How was he going to hold up psychologically through all of this? There was a very real chance he might come out of the rehab and not want any part of his old life... Emilio included. Right now, it was just taking all of Emilio's strength not to get in the car and drive Massachusets to try to see him.
He couldn't, though. Cole was signed up for top notch interventional therapy and that meant intervening on every part of his life that invitited his drug craving and addiction. It would have been a massively difficult choice for him to make, but he had chosen the toughest program of all, laying his whole withdrawal and recovery in the hands of professionals, which meant sans the people he loved the most. There might be a point down the track where he may choose to see Emilio, or Destina, but it was unlikely he would see his friend, Ben. Emilion still hadn't met Ben, but he was the brother of Cole's lover and a fellow pilot at the time the horrific tragedy happened. It was difficult for Emilio to actually picture Cole as a Special Ops fighter pilot. He had to have been such a different person back there. One who still had hope, and one who hadn't constructed a world of substance-fueled fake reality.
After a few moments of sitting there, lost in thought with his leg bouncing anxiously with knowing this was only the very start, he got up and went inside to grab a notebook and a pen. Part of him was thinking he would write Cole a letter that he could send him at some point, but he didn't want to overload Cole's already traumatised and pressured mind, his attention span probably not much more than an ant right now. Instead, cigarette hanging at the corner of his lips, he just scrawled a small and simple note he would put in the mail the next day...
Stay strong, babe.
- Emilio x
He closed the book over and rested his palm on top of it, ashing his cigarette into the crystal ashtray beside him. But after another moment or two, the notebook was re-opened and he scribbled out the note to start another.
Stay strong, babe.
I won't stop thinking of you.
- Love Emilio x
{ original character }