Amore Tutto Vince (3/?)
Summary: Damian calls LUke for help after a bad business deal lands him in jail
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: I might just end Take Two where I left off
Reid rubbed Luke’s back as he vomited into a bed pan. He had been throwing up for the past hour and all Reid could do was offer him water and gum. He felt helpless, a feeling Reid didn’t do. After all, he was a doctor for God’s sake! He was supposed to save people. But when the person who was sick was Reid’s whole world, half of his heart, Reid couldn’t do anything. It was gut-wrenching.
When it seemed like Luke would never stop throwing up, he did. Luke fell back onto the pillows and Reid took the pan from his lap. Then, Reid poured a glass of water and lifted Luke’s head up from the pillow. “Drink,” he ordered. Luke obliged and groaned in appreciation as the cool water soothed his throat. Once Luke downed the glass, Reid placed it back on the bedside table and stroked back the damp hair that was plastered to Luke’s forehead.
“I feel so tired,” Luke rasped.
“Well, throwing up for an hour nonstop will do that to you. You should sleep,” Reid suggested. Luke nodded and closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, Reid stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom to dampen a cloth. He reentered the hospital room and began bathing Luke’s forehead.
“That feels amazing,” Luke breathed.
“Shh. Sleep,” Reid whispered. He moved the cloth down to Luke’s neck and chest. Luke fell asleep almost immediately. Once he was softly snoring, Reid slowly stood up and returned the cloth to the bathroom. Then he snuck outside. Gretchen passed by him and Reid called out her name. Gretchen stopped in her tracks and looked at Reid.
“Yes, Dr. Oliver?”
“Um, could you let me know if Luke wakes up? I need to follow up with a patient and do some paperwork,” he requested.
“Of course, Dr. Oliver,” Gretchen replied.
“Okay. I’ll be in my office,” Reid said. He hurried off to his office and locked the door. Then he sat down at his desk and signed on to his computer. Reid started to work, but he couldn’t concentrate. All he could think about was Luke. Would he survive this? Before Luke, Reid indulged in one night stands. He never had a serious relationship because his number one priority in life had been work. But then his life had changed when Reid was blackmailed into coming to Oakdale. He’d met a man who made him feel things he’d never felt before. Reid found himself falling in love with a beautiful, giving, and loving man who completely changed his outlook on life. Now Reid had a new priority in life: Luke. And now there was this looming threat that he might lose his soul mate. Reid’s heart clenched at the thought and he stopped what he was doing, buried his face in his hands and began to sob.
Luke woke up when he heard a knock on the door. He looked around for Reid and frowned when he didn’t see him. “Come in,” he called. The door opened and Casey walked in.
“Hey man,” he said.
“Hey Case,” Luke replied.
“Where’s Dr. O?”
“I don’t know. I woke up when you knocked on the door and found him gone,” Luke shrugged.
“Shit, sorry dude. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Casey apologized.
“Don’t worry about it,” Luke said. Casey nodded and looked down at his feet.
“God, dude… I don’t know what to say,” Casey said.
“It’s okay, Casey. You don’t need to say anything,” Luke replied. Casey nodded again and sat down in a chair across from Luke’s bed.
“So how are you feeling, man?” Casey asked.
“I started chemo this morning, so not very good,” Luke replied. As if to prove a point, Luke suddenly grabbed the bed pan when a wave of nausea washed over him. Then he proceeded to vomit. Casey immediately stood up from his chair in alarm.
“Shit, dude!” he exclaimed. Casey looked around the room until his eyes fell upon the water next to Luke’s bed. He hurried over and poured his friend a glass. When Luke had finished vomiting, Casey handed him the glass.
“Thanks,” Luke said gratefully. He took a couple sips and placed the cup back on the table. Luke looked in the pan and wrinkled his nose. “Oh gross. Let me just go empty this….” Luke started to push back the covers but Casey put a hand on his arm.
“Hey, let me do that for you,” Casey offered.
“Case, you don’t have to-“ Luke began.
“I want to. You’re sick. Besides, I wouldn’t want to face Dr. O if he found out I let you get out of bed,” Casey interrupted. Luke chuckled.
“Well if you’re sure… thanks, Casey,” Luke replied.
“No problemo,” Casey said. He grabbed the pan from Luke and headed into the adjoining bathroom. Luke heard the toilet flush and then some water running. Then Casey reentered the hospital room and handed the pan back to Luke.
“Thanks,” Luke said. He took the pan and placed it back on the table.
“Can I do anything else for you?” Casey asked.
“No. I’m fine, Casey. Come on and sit down. Tell me what’s going on with you. I haven’t been home for almost a month,” Luke said.
Casey nodded and sat down. “Well, uh… I’m going back to school,” Casey began.
“You are? That’s great, Case!” Luke asked.
“Thanks. Allie and I got back together and I really care about her, you know?”
Luke did know. Casey and Allie were constantly breaking up and getting back together. Whenever things started going well for them, Casey would inevitably screw up. “Well congrats, man! That’s really great.”
“Thanks, dude. I’m just sick of this on and off again thing, you know? And I realized the other day that if I truly wanted to be with her, I needed to step it up. So I’m hoping to finish college, get a job, and ask her to marry me,” Casey replied. Luke beamed at him.
“That’s fantastic! What did Allie say when you went back to school?” Luke asked.
“Oh, she was very happy. Things are going well now and so far, I haven’t fucked up,” Casey said.
Luke laughed. “Well it sounds like you’ve got things figured out. I’m proud of you, man,” Luke said.
“Hey now, don’t get all mushy on me, dude,” Casey complained, but a smile still crossed his face.
“Sorry. So what else is going on?”
“Nothing much. I mean you know Oakdale: same old, same old.”
Just then, Dr. Lawrence entered the room. “Oh! I didn’t realize you had a visitor,” she said when she saw Casey. “Hello, Mr. Hughes.
“Hey, Dr. Lawrence,” Casey replied.
“Well Luke, I just came by to see how you were feeling?”
“Not too hot. I threw up for an hour straight, took a nap and threw up again,” Luke replied.
“Hmm. Have you been drinking water?” Dr. Lawrence asked.
“A little. But I can’t seem to keep that down either,’ Luke admitted. Dr. Lawrence nodded.
“Well I can replace your fluids through an IV. That should help prevent any dehydration you may experience,” Dr. Lawrence said. “Other than that, how are you doing?”
“I’m doing okay,” Luke shrugged.
“All right. Well I will have a nurse come set up an IV for you. If you need anything, let me know,” Dr. Lawrence said.
“Actually… could you page my husband? When I woke up he was gone,” Luke requested.
“Of course,” Dr. Lawrence replied. Then she turned to Casey. “It was good to see you again, Mr. Hughes. Your grandfather was an amazing man to work for. How is he doing?”
“He’s doing well. He’s are actually in Florida with my grandmother for a little vacation,” Casey replied.
“Good. Let them know I said hello,” Dr. Lawrence said.
“Will do,” Casey complied. Dr. Lawrence smiled and left the room.
Reid jerked up in his chair when there was a knock on his office door. “Just a minute!” he called. Reid ran into the adjoining bathroom and threw water on his face. Then he hurried over to the door of his office and opened it to find Dr. Lawrence.
“Dr. Oliver, I was trying to page you but your pager must be off,” Dr. Lawrence began.
“Oh God, is Luke okay?” Reid asked in a panic.
“He’s fine. He just woke up and you were gone. He’s asking for you,” she said. Then she noticed how blotchy Reid’s face was. “Are you okay?”
“What? Oh… um, yeah… I’m fine,” Reid stuttered.
“You don’t look fine,” she pointed out.
Reid shrugged. “No. I’m not,” he admitted.
“I understand how this must feel. My husband had a terrible case of MRSA a few years back and I hated that I couldn’t do anything to help him. All I could do was stand by while other doctor’s took care of him. And it was hard letting other people take over,” Dr. Lawrence replied.
“That’s exactly how I feel,” Reid said. “Claire, my heart stopped beating for a moment when Dr. Giovanni told me Luke had AML. I wanted him to be wrong so badly.”
“Well if I could make a suggestion, I’ve found that counseling can help cancer patients and their significant others deal with whatever feelings they are experiencing,” Dr. Lawrence said.
“Yeah… I don’t like talking to other people about my life,” Reid replied. Dr. Lawrence chuckled.
“Just a suggestion. Well I need to finish making my rounds. You go on and see your husband. Just a heads up, though. He had a visitor when I checked on him,” Dr. Lawrence warned him.
“Oh, okay. Thank you,” Reid said. Dr. Lawrence nodded and left the office. Reid went back into the bathroom to try and make himself look like he hadn’t been crying then headed to his husband’s hospital room.
When Reid arrived back at Luke’s hospital room, he walked in to find Luke bent over a bed pan throwing up once more. Casey was standing awkwardly next to the bed and looked over at the door at Reid’s entry. “Hey Dr. O,” Casey said.
“Hello Mr. Hughes,” Reid replied. Luke looked up at Reid, smiled and immediately started throwing up again. Reid frowned and hurried over to the bed while Casey moved out of his way. He sat down on the bed and started to rub circles around Luke’s back.
“Well, it looks like you’re in good hands now,” Casey said. “I have a lunch date with Allie.”
Luke looked up at his friend. “Okay, Case. Thanks for stopping by. Sorry ‘bout all this.”
“Don’t worry about it, dude. See ya, Dr. O,” Casey replied. With that, Casey left the room.
“Where were you?” Luke asked when he had finished throwing up.
“I was in my office. I thought I’d get some work done while you were asleep,” Reid answered. “Thought I’d be back before you woke up.”
“Oh. Well Casey stopped by and-“
“Wait, did he wake you?” Reid interrupted.
Luke rolled his eyes. “Chill, Reid. He didn’t know I was sleeping. It’s fine,” he said.
“No it’s not. You should be resting.”
“Well, I would have woken up anyway. Had to throw up again. So it was actually a good thing to stop by because he wouldn’t hear of it when I tried getting up to dump the bedpan,” Luke replied.
“Good. I would’ve killed him if he’d let you get out of bed,” Reid said, eliciting a laugh from his husband.
“That’s pretty much what he said.”
“Huh. Guess Little Hughes can be smart sometimes,” Reid joked.
“Sorry. How are you doing?” Reid asked.
“My entire body hurts,” Luke admitted. And My throat feels like it’s on fire.”
“Well that’s probably from the stomach acid. Maybe you should eat something,” Reid replied. Luke groaned and pulled the covers over his head.
“No thanks,” he moaned.
“Luke, you should eat something. You can’t keep throwing up stomach acid.”
“I just want this to go away,” came Luke’s muffled reply from beneath the covers. Reid frowned and pulled the covers back down so he could look at Luke’s face.
“Hey, look at me,” Reid said.
“Everything is going to be okay.” Reid didn’t quite believe in that himself, and Luke could sense it. He looked at Reid closely and noticed for the first time that his eyes were red and puffy.
“Have you been crying?”
Reid sat up straighter and stared at Luke. “Wh-what? N-no,” he denied.
“Why are your eyes red?”
“I got something in them earlier,” Reid lied. Luke looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t lie to me. Please.”
Reid sighed because he knew he couldn’t lie to Luke. “Okay, I was. But I’m fine.”
“Reid. I want to know what you’re feeling,” Luke said, immediately forgetting about himself like he always did.
“I-I can’t,” Reid said.
“Because. I don’t… I can’t lose control,” Reid replied.
“Lose control? Of what?”
“Of my emotions. And you shouldn’t be worrying about how I’m feeling anyway.”
“Reid, you’re my husband. Of course I’m going to worry about how you’re feeling. Please tell me,” Luke urged his husband. He didn’t like seeing Reid upset, especially since that was an emotion rarely shown by the great Dr. Oliver. It made Luke’s heart hurt. “For better or for worse, remember?”
“In sickness and in health,” Reid shot back. “You’re sick. My feelings don’t matter right now.”
“Of course they matter! If we’re both going to get through this, you’re going to have to learn to tell me how you’re feeling,” Luke said. “I know how much you like to be in control, but I’m your husband.”
“I realize that,” Reid insisted.
“Really? Then why won’t you tell me what you’re feeling?”
“I’m terrified, okay?” Reid finally admitted. “Luke, I’ve never felt so out of control and scared in my entire life! And if I tell you how I’m feeling, I’ll lose even more of my control.”
“But Reid, nobody really has control. Not in this situation. I mean, I’m sick,” Luke said.
“I know you are. And that’s why I don’t want you to worry about how I’m feeling, okay?”
Luke held up his hands in defeat. “Fine. But will you at least promise to talk to someone?”
“What, like a therapist?”
“No. No, I don’t think so.”
“Then will you talk to Katie?”
“I guess. Yeah, I can do that,” Reid agreed.
Luke smiled. “Good.”
“Why don’t I empty this for you?” Reid suggested. Luke shrugged his shoulders.
“Okay. That sounds fine,” Luke replied. Reid nodded and grabbed the bed pan. Luke watched Reid’s retreating form and frowned. Even though he wanted Reid to be honest with him, it alarmed him to hear that his husband was terrified.
Reid returned to Luke’s bed with an empty bed pan in his hands. Luke patted the bed, urging Reid to come join him. Silently, Reid placed the bedpan on the floor and climbed into bed with Luke who then rested his head against Reid’s chest.