[NYC] Three Amigos

[sexyinscrubs]

Who: Pat, Lachlan, Riley
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Centre
When: Monday Morning
Follows: Nothing in particular

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[drcampbell]

"Fuck," Lachlan coughed, pressing a hand against his mouth. He managed a firm glare at Pat across the room. "Fucking quit it, Pat, or I'll come and vomit all over you," he warned and rolled onto his back again. "And stop goddamn playing remote control Mario Bros. I'm getting motion sickness watching the screen."

It took a few deep breaths through his nose before he overcame the wave of nausea. He had two IV lines feeding into his arm but he made a weak, slow reach for a cup of ice chips beside his bed and put a couple of them in his mouth before seeking refuge back against his pillow.

[pullmysteth]

Riley was sitting in the comfy recliner obtained from Maternity to make Tara's vigil at her husband's bedside easy. Who would ever want to get out of a seat like this? It was like arse heaven all in a neat little lavender leather package. Pat seemed set for the moment, even if he hadn't had the best morning of learning his legs were weakened again when they tried to get him up. He mainted a stance for all of ten seconds before he nearly collapsed. He didn't take the news well and refused to let anyone call Aiden. It looked like there were going to be some bumpy patches ahead for the new couple. Riley hoped someone had managed to have a word to Aiden about Pat's general frame of mind during and after an attack. But Pat's spirits had lifted and he seemed okay for now. Lachlan, however, just looked downright miserable and umcomfortable