In between, Part 4 (Cancer-Fic)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: In Between, Part 4/20
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: 400 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: 400 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 |
Justin's POV
1)
He was scared. Sometimes he had this look, he thinks I can’t see it, but I can. Unfortunately, I have no idea what he’s afraid of in moments like that, but I am confident that sooner or later I will figure it out.
"So far… vomiting and diarrhea, but lets face it, with the vomiting there’s not much left for my ass to do, and tiredness." He answered, and besides the angst, I could see the tiredness in his eyes, too. He had dark shadows under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept a lot lately. He just looked sick.
2)
I wanted to hold him and tell him that everything would be good again. But I doubted he would let me do that or even believe me. Brian Kinney doesn’t do care, at least not when someone tries to take care of him. And there were still some things I needed to know.
"There can possible be some inflammation around my…" he looked at me and then indicated his crotch and cleared his throat. "...down there, and maybe I will lose some hair, but they said that the kind of radiation I get normally just has the gastric-flu side effect."
3)
I nodded and tried to look incurious. He deserved to suffer a little. I had suffered the entire week, and I still was. "Any medication?“
"They gave me something to work against the nausea but… it doesn’t stay in me very long, so it doesn’t help.“
I remembered my childhood. I hated pills – which is unbelievable considering all the pills I had to take every day to survive all my allergies. But when I was a kid, my mother had to trick me to get the pills into me. "Maybe if we crush them and put them in your drink.“
Brian’s POV
4)
Finally, I could see an emotion, something other than disappointment and anger. It was there, in his eyes and I relaxed immediately. I even forgot how much I hated it that he was about to take care on me.
"Maybe," I agreed, and tried to smile at him. He smiled back. And then he finally touched me. He took my hand in his and I relaxed completely. In that moment I didn’t care about the future and the possibility of him leaving me because he saw me like this. Now he was here and so far he would stay here.
TBC
1)
He was scared. Sometimes he had this look, he thinks I can’t see it, but I can. Unfortunately, I have no idea what he’s afraid of in moments like that, but I am confident that sooner or later I will figure it out.
"So far… vomiting and diarrhea, but lets face it, with the vomiting there’s not much left for my ass to do, and tiredness." He answered, and besides the angst, I could see the tiredness in his eyes, too. He had dark shadows under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept a lot lately. He just looked sick.
2)
I wanted to hold him and tell him that everything would be good again. But I doubted he would let me do that or even believe me. Brian Kinney doesn’t do care, at least not when someone tries to take care of him. And there were still some things I needed to know.
"There can possible be some inflammation around my…" he looked at me and then indicated his crotch and cleared his throat. "...down there, and maybe I will lose some hair, but they said that the kind of radiation I get normally just has the gastric-flu side effect."
3)
I nodded and tried to look incurious. He deserved to suffer a little. I had suffered the entire week, and I still was. "Any medication?“
"They gave me something to work against the nausea but… it doesn’t stay in me very long, so it doesn’t help.“
I remembered my childhood. I hated pills – which is unbelievable considering all the pills I had to take every day to survive all my allergies. But when I was a kid, my mother had to trick me to get the pills into me. "Maybe if we crush them and put them in your drink.“
Brian’s POV
4)
Finally, I could see an emotion, something other than disappointment and anger. It was there, in his eyes and I relaxed immediately. I even forgot how much I hated it that he was about to take care on me.
"Maybe," I agreed, and tried to smile at him. He smiled back. And then he finally touched me. He took my hand in his and I relaxed completely. In that moment I didn’t care about the future and the possibility of him leaving me because he saw me like this. Now he was here and so far he would stay here.
TBC