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Dr Lachlan Campbell
23 March 2020 @ 11:52 pm
"You've reached Lachlan Campbell. I'm unavailable and cannae take your call, but if you leave me a message, I'll get back to you in a wee bit. Cheers for now."

[Any message for the muse or mun can be left in a reply to this post - thanks!]


MUN NOTES:
1) We are gradually archiving Tara and Lachlan's past @ kiltedromance. Scenes begin with their first meeting to their courtship right through to their engagement, Lachlan's shooting and right up to their marriage.

2) Just about all of Lachlan and Tara's RP is now played in their new portal they share with their family and friends, princeton2nyc. Prompts here may well refer to play there, but I'll try to link where I can.
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Dr Lachlan Campbell
16 April 2010 @ 11:28 am
[Follows THIS]

Lachlan knocked softly on the edge of the hospital room door and stepped inside with a smirk. "Me again. Bet you never saw that one coming," he joked as he came to stand at the end of Aiden's bed. He had pretty much been a regular fixture since the accident. He was Patrick's medical proxy, and had been ever since the first time is best friend landed in hospital a couple of years back. It meant that although he wasn't Pat's doctor, he still had the decision making power in regards to Pat's health when he was unable to do it himself. It also meant Pat's doctors had to keep him 100% informed Pat's condition at all times, so it had gone without saying that he would be in close contact at all times. This was the first chance he had to come and talk to Aiden since Pat had regained consciousness and it was a chat that needed to be had sooner rather than later. Pat was asleep in the other bed, the lights on that side of the room dimmed, but Lachlan still stepped over to the end of the bed and picked up Pat's progress chart, folded the pages over to the latest entries. "I would have come sooner, aye, but the bairn decided to projectile vomit all over me and his bed, so I had to clean it up..." he murmured, skimming the scrawled medical notes with a frown on concentration on his face.

Aiden watched Lachlan's face for any prominent reaction as he read and then looked at Pat...Collapse )


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Dr Lachlan Campbell
31 March 2010 @ 02:00 am
6.21. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

My Immortal - Evanescence

Co-written with sexyinscrubs

Patrick felt like he had been lying in this hospital room for years, not days. It was easy to loose track of time when there was nothing to do but lie there. He drew in a sharp breath, dropping his head back on the pillow as he blinked back tears that just seemed to keep trying to come. He let the breath out heavily again, trying to keep his composure as he turned his head on the pillow and watched his husband in the bed beside him. A twin ICU room, for those occasions where a married couple were both seriously ill. Patrick just found the notion morbid, even if he knew the Princeton Plainsboro ICU had a handful of rooms with more than one bed. He was grateful, though. At least he could now see Aiden with his own eyes, hear that monotonous beeping that was the assurance that his heart was at least still beating. The was too much space between them, though. Patrick couldn't touch him, hold his hand, kiss him. He could only just lie and watch, wait.

Aiden's complexion was still that horrible pale grey colour. Patrick remembered it in Lachlan after he was shot...Collapse )


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Mood: sympatheticsympathetic
 
 
Dr Lachlan Campbell
13 March 2010 @ 12:28 pm
[Follows THIS and THIS]

Randy really didn't expect that dropping into Princeton Plainsboro to see Peter and bring him something for dinner to see him through the long shift would explode in a shocking mess the way it did. Of course, she was only peripheral to it all, but that didn't make it any less horrifying. She had been standing there at the nurses' station holding a bag of takeout and waiting for the receptionist to find out where Peter had gotten to when everything seemed to blow up around her. It was subdued one minute, as she stood there watching a mother nursing a baby in her arms in the corridor, and the next nursing and doctors were rushing around, shouting something about casualties from a car crash on the freeway. Someone else was shouting about prepping an OR, and the next thing Randy knew, a team of paramedics came rushing down the hall wheeling a gurney that contained a man covered in blood. Nurses seemed to appear from nowhere - Peter included - and a doctor that looked familiar to Randy started barking orders at everyone. The only thing was, as soon as the guy saw the patient, he balked and the shouting faltered. Randy realised then that this wasn't just any casualty and the familiar faces weren't a coincidence. This was a sector of the bunch from The London, and the patient was one of their own.

All Randy could do was just stand rooted to the floor and watch with morbid curiosity, her mouth hanging open slightly...Collapse )

- All muses mentioned here used/referenced with permission


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Dr Lachlan Campbell
04 March 2010 @ 10:58 am
This is what happens when Mum tries to feed you squished peas and carrots.

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Mood: amusedamused
 
 
Dr Lachlan Campbell
07 February 2010 @ 07:16 pm
For another wee disappearing act! Actually, apologies for me, J and Patto.

See, our Patto is getting hitched this coming Sunday and as Best Man, it has been my responsibility to make sure he had a Bucks Night he wouldnae ever forget remember. Right now, it's give or take whether he even remembers his own name. He's been staying with us for a week and Friday night was the big night. I think he's about 20% into the hangover.

But I'm around! Hopefully get back to some wee posting etc. asap.
 
 
Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
 
 
Dr Lachlan Campbell
31 January 2010 @ 09:31 am
Jesse Spencer (c/o spencerfans) @ #23.

I worship you. Once you've blown a pipe, you never go back.
 
 
Mood: amusedamused