Caught in a bad romance...

[justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com]

Who: justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler
What: Lockdown
Where: Isolation Rooms, ER
When: About 12 hours after Blaine fell sick
Rating: Kurt's trying to be good

By the time Kurt managed to clean up and strip out of his beloved, yet soiled, pink scrubs and replace them with standard-issue pale blue onces with a hospital gown over the top followed by a plastic infection control apron, Andrew had finished his examination of Blaine. When Kurt finally made it into the isolation room where he would be stuck for god only knew how long, Blaine was sleeping and all Andrew could tell him was that they had to wait for the path before they did anything. Literally anything could be wrong with Blaine, and they would be flying blindly without any pathology or test results to lead the way.

At least they finally got him off the gurney and into a proper bed, though, and now twelve hours later, Kurt was sitting on the opposite bed in the small sterile room with his arms crossed over his chest and feet crossed at his ankles as he stared boredly at the TV mounted on the wall opposite. He was sure he had never been so bored in his whole life. Blaine started to cough in his sleep and subsequently woke himself up, so Kurt climbed off the bed and went over to him, brushing the plastic apron down as it rustled when he walked. He picked up the bottle of water nearby and unwrapped the straw to put in it. "Have a drink, darling," he coaxed, catching the straw between his fingers to keep it still as he held it to Blaine's lips.

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[justwants2dance.livejournal.com]

Crap. I lost a patient from Swine Flu in the last outbreak. Does one of our surgeons seriously have it?

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[nickthewarbler.livejournal.com]

I need a rest... holiday... sleep... sex... all of the above.

[Email] to Nick Matheson

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Hey.

I'm not even sure if this is still your e-mail address or if you've changed it since the last time I e-mailed.

I wanted to say I love you. I miss you, I need you, I want you? I fucked up by letting you go? I've been thinking about you more than ever since I saw you and I've figured out that I can't live without you - that I don't want to? that I'm sorry about the way your visit ended the other night. I was scared and nervous and shocked to see you - and that's no excuse for what I said or the way I treated you, and I've been metaphorically kicking myself since then.

I've decided to do the chemo. And I'd like to see you again, but only if you're comfortable with it. If not, that's okay too. I guess I just ... really miss your friendship. I know it was my fault that it ended, and I'd like the chance to maybe get it back.

Think about it, at least.

Ever yours,

Lauren