In between, Part 11 (Cancer Fic)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: In Between, Part 11/20
Author:soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: What happened between episode 4.09 and 4.10 (POV’s). It starts right after "Eat some fucking chicken soup"
Word Count: 500 words (drabbles)
Summary: I am writing on it since weeks, so I just thought, maybe I should start posting it
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta byqafkinnetik - thanks a lot. Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
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Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: What happened between episode 4.09 and 4.10 (POV’s). It starts right after "Eat some fucking chicken soup"
Word Count: 500 words (drabbles)
Summary: I am writing on it since weeks, so I just thought, maybe I should start posting it
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by
qafkinnetik - thanks a lot. Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks! 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Justin's POV
1)
The weekend was fine. Brian relaxed a lot. I knew he was scared about the upcoming radiation and about my answer to it. So far I had no idea how bad it would be. I really had absolutely no idea. I thought he might get tired, probably start vomiting a few times and then fall asleep. I thought I would have to clean up the trashcan once or twice and decided to buy some disinfectant after school on Monday. I thought when I would be back home in the evening, the worst part would already be over. I was wrong.
2)
Of course I did some research on the internet about the radiation and the medication and I found exactly the information he had given me before. Possibilities and side effects. But I was sure, I could easily handle it. I would clean up, I would take care, I would cook some more chicken soup, I would hold his hand, I would leave him alone – whatever he needed me to do – whatever was best for him. Somehow I even felt proud to be there for him, to be able to help him. I had so much self-confidence. I was so wrong.
3)
On Monday morning I did what I promised to him, I prepared everything. The bed, the ginger ale, the pills and the trashcan. I packed my bag for school and placed it at the door. I tried to be as calm as possible, because Brian was extremely nervous and quiet. He didn’t even argue with me about the fact that I would drive his Corvette on the way back home. He just handed me the key when we arrived at the hospital. I took his hand, squeezed it and smiled at him. "Everything is going to be okay. Come on.“
4)
While I waited for him, I talked to Ted who told me that he had to tell Cynthia about the cancer. "There has to be some explanation why Brian is going to miss work at least two days a week for the next six weeks,“ he said, and I agreed. I knew Cynthia, and I knew she wouldn’t talk to anyone else about it, she would be able to come up with some good excuses for Brian's absence. Brian doesn’t have to know about it. When he was done with the radiation he looked tired again and a little pale.
5)
We drove home, he didn’t say a word. I helped him move, he seemed to be in pain again. I helped him to get undressed and to lay down.
"Everything’s here, okay?“ I told him. I didn’t want to leave him alone, I wanted to be there for him. But I promised, we had a deal. I kissed his cheek. "I’ll be back after school. Try to sleep.“
I left for school, but of course I couldn’t concentrate. I thought about calling him to make sure everything was okay, but I didn’t want to wake him up. I was wrong.
TBC
1)
The weekend was fine. Brian relaxed a lot. I knew he was scared about the upcoming radiation and about my answer to it. So far I had no idea how bad it would be. I really had absolutely no idea. I thought he might get tired, probably start vomiting a few times and then fall asleep. I thought I would have to clean up the trashcan once or twice and decided to buy some disinfectant after school on Monday. I thought when I would be back home in the evening, the worst part would already be over. I was wrong.
2)
Of course I did some research on the internet about the radiation and the medication and I found exactly the information he had given me before. Possibilities and side effects. But I was sure, I could easily handle it. I would clean up, I would take care, I would cook some more chicken soup, I would hold his hand, I would leave him alone – whatever he needed me to do – whatever was best for him. Somehow I even felt proud to be there for him, to be able to help him. I had so much self-confidence. I was so wrong.
3)
On Monday morning I did what I promised to him, I prepared everything. The bed, the ginger ale, the pills and the trashcan. I packed my bag for school and placed it at the door. I tried to be as calm as possible, because Brian was extremely nervous and quiet. He didn’t even argue with me about the fact that I would drive his Corvette on the way back home. He just handed me the key when we arrived at the hospital. I took his hand, squeezed it and smiled at him. "Everything is going to be okay. Come on.“
4)
While I waited for him, I talked to Ted who told me that he had to tell Cynthia about the cancer. "There has to be some explanation why Brian is going to miss work at least two days a week for the next six weeks,“ he said, and I agreed. I knew Cynthia, and I knew she wouldn’t talk to anyone else about it, she would be able to come up with some good excuses for Brian's absence. Brian doesn’t have to know about it. When he was done with the radiation he looked tired again and a little pale.
5)
We drove home, he didn’t say a word. I helped him move, he seemed to be in pain again. I helped him to get undressed and to lay down.
"Everything’s here, okay?“ I told him. I didn’t want to leave him alone, I wanted to be there for him. But I promised, we had a deal. I kissed his cheek. "I’ll be back after school. Try to sleep.“
I left for school, but of course I couldn’t concentrate. I thought about calling him to make sure everything was okay, but I didn’t want to wake him up. I was wrong.
TBC