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muserevival2014-02-19 12:09 pm
lovesguinness) wrote in muserevival2014-02-19 12:09 pm
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056.5. Misc prompt
"For some moments in life there are no words." - David Seltzer
Life was hectic right now, but nothing would cockblock Euan being there for the people he cared about. He got the call from Flynn telling him that Cole just wasn't dealing very well and Euan knew first hand that sometimes for a recovering drug addict, just having someone there who got the fight it could be through times of added stress could be the fine line between making or breaking on the inevitable cravings. Cole was just out of rehab, and premature to his scheduled time there. He had even been contemplating another month, possibly two, but he wouldn't have been any use to the treatment there in the wake of the terrible news he got. He was better here near Emilio to have the constant updates on how he was. Unfortunately, out here and not in rehab, he had the freedom of access to everything that got him fucked up in the first place.
Euan would help anyone he cared about who needed it, if he was in a position to be able to take it on board himself. Which wasn't always the case because as much as he sometimes wished he didn't, he had a lot of heavy baggage himself. Baggage that he was just as guilty as the next person as not always coping with in the best ways, and indeed often feeling like he was drowning. He was a recovering addict himself, and he had a sick kid who would always, without fail, take precedent over everything else. But if there was one thing he knew first hand, it was shouldering all that stress and trying to battle the cravings to use again. It had just been a few short months ago that he had fucked up and fallen off the wagon when his son was seriously ill. He hated himself for fucking up that much, and whilst he knew he could never truly put right all the wrongs he had done in his life, he could try to help others shoulder theirs.
He was sitting in a booth at the hospital cafeteria with Cole opposite him. He was about halfway through his black coffee, but the latte sitting in front of Cole was untouched. Cole had told him via text that he had scored some shit and he nearly snorted it too. Now that was something Euan knew all too well, but he hadn't stopped himself and as soon as the shit was in his system, the aggression had come back out - and that was the part of him he had come to hate the most these days. That wasn't him anymore, he wasn't going to let it be him. He wasn't going to be the father that his kids hated because he wasn't there for them, or they felt like he didn't care.
And in the case with Noah, if he could give a little of that care and support to the poor kid his own family had shunned him of, then even better. He was such a sweetheart of a kid, it was just the awful addictions and vicious cycle situation he had been in homeless that had torn him down to the point of no return. All the kid needed was medical attention and a fucking hug, for fuck's sake. And now he had put the wind up his fucking parents to the point they would be scared to fart in the wrong direction if they badmouthed their kid again. Euan had threatened them with arrest for psychological abuse and neglect. It would have been a lot of red-tape to get through to pull it off, but they were such Bible bashers, all he had to do was threaten them with sinning and quote a few fucking Bible verses, and they probably thought he was the spawn of Satan. Which is exactly what he would be if they tried to hurt that kid again. Even if they lived the rest of their life in fear that the foot of God would come down from above and boot them up the arse, it wouldn't even be a drop in the ocean of the terror and fear Noah had felt living on the streets.
He had left the wee one and Noah in the capable hands of his big sister whilst Jules was at work, and he came straight to offer his moral support and presence to Cole. They agreed to meet here, but Cole hadn't said a word. Sometimes, words just didn't cut what you were feeling inside. It was why Euan wasn't particularly pro-therapy. Sometimes it was good, other times, talking wasn't going to help fucking anything. And forcing someone to could often just fuck them up even more.
"Have they told ya' how his prognosis is?" Euan eventually asked, another of the small handfuls of conversation openings he had offered Cole in case he was ready to talk. Cole just gave a slight shake of his head, eyes still down-turned the surface of his tepid coffee. "Ya' wanna talk 'bout how ya' feelin'?" Another shake of the head, and that was that. Just because Cole didn't want to talk, didn't mean he didn't want Euan there. Helping someone when they needed it most could just be as simple as sitting in silence with them so they didn't need to sit in it alone. He reached over and gave Cole's hand a brief squeeze, just to remind him that as much as he felt like he was... he wasn't alone.
Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)
Life was hectic right now, but nothing would cockblock Euan being there for the people he cared about. He got the call from Flynn telling him that Cole just wasn't dealing very well and Euan knew first hand that sometimes for a recovering drug addict, just having someone there who got the fight it could be through times of added stress could be the fine line between making or breaking on the inevitable cravings. Cole was just out of rehab, and premature to his scheduled time there. He had even been contemplating another month, possibly two, but he wouldn't have been any use to the treatment there in the wake of the terrible news he got. He was better here near Emilio to have the constant updates on how he was. Unfortunately, out here and not in rehab, he had the freedom of access to everything that got him fucked up in the first place.
Euan would help anyone he cared about who needed it, if he was in a position to be able to take it on board himself. Which wasn't always the case because as much as he sometimes wished he didn't, he had a lot of heavy baggage himself. Baggage that he was just as guilty as the next person as not always coping with in the best ways, and indeed often feeling like he was drowning. He was a recovering addict himself, and he had a sick kid who would always, without fail, take precedent over everything else. But if there was one thing he knew first hand, it was shouldering all that stress and trying to battle the cravings to use again. It had just been a few short months ago that he had fucked up and fallen off the wagon when his son was seriously ill. He hated himself for fucking up that much, and whilst he knew he could never truly put right all the wrongs he had done in his life, he could try to help others shoulder theirs.
He was sitting in a booth at the hospital cafeteria with Cole opposite him. He was about halfway through his black coffee, but the latte sitting in front of Cole was untouched. Cole had told him via text that he had scored some shit and he nearly snorted it too. Now that was something Euan knew all too well, but he hadn't stopped himself and as soon as the shit was in his system, the aggression had come back out - and that was the part of him he had come to hate the most these days. That wasn't him anymore, he wasn't going to let it be him. He wasn't going to be the father that his kids hated because he wasn't there for them, or they felt like he didn't care.
And in the case with Noah, if he could give a little of that care and support to the poor kid his own family had shunned him of, then even better. He was such a sweetheart of a kid, it was just the awful addictions and vicious cycle situation he had been in homeless that had torn him down to the point of no return. All the kid needed was medical attention and a fucking hug, for fuck's sake. And now he had put the wind up his fucking parents to the point they would be scared to fart in the wrong direction if they badmouthed their kid again. Euan had threatened them with arrest for psychological abuse and neglect. It would have been a lot of red-tape to get through to pull it off, but they were such Bible bashers, all he had to do was threaten them with sinning and quote a few fucking Bible verses, and they probably thought he was the spawn of Satan. Which is exactly what he would be if they tried to hurt that kid again. Even if they lived the rest of their life in fear that the foot of God would come down from above and boot them up the arse, it wouldn't even be a drop in the ocean of the terror and fear Noah had felt living on the streets.
He had left the wee one and Noah in the capable hands of his big sister whilst Jules was at work, and he came straight to offer his moral support and presence to Cole. They agreed to meet here, but Cole hadn't said a word. Sometimes, words just didn't cut what you were feeling inside. It was why Euan wasn't particularly pro-therapy. Sometimes it was good, other times, talking wasn't going to help fucking anything. And forcing someone to could often just fuck them up even more.
"Have they told ya' how his prognosis is?" Euan eventually asked, another of the small handfuls of conversation openings he had offered Cole in case he was ready to talk. Cole just gave a slight shake of his head, eyes still down-turned the surface of his tepid coffee. "Ya' wanna talk 'bout how ya' feelin'?" Another shake of the head, and that was that. Just because Cole didn't want to talk, didn't mean he didn't want Euan there. Helping someone when they needed it most could just be as simple as sitting in silence with them so they didn't need to sit in it alone. He reached over and gave Cole's hand a brief squeeze, just to remind him that as much as he felt like he was... he wasn't alone.
Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)