Night Visitors.
Monica didn't necessarily like her sister-in-law, but she was family.
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The slight blond slipped into the room, hoping not to wake the patient. She made herself as comfortable as possible, making a note to bring up purchasing new chairs at the next board meeting.
Monica completed charts, once in a while, glancing at the woman in the bed. She spoke to the neurosurgeon (doctor-patient confidential privilege be damned, she was a Quartermaine) and trusted him. She was observing tomorrow and would be in the recovery room when Tracy woke up.
"Hmmm…." Tracy slowly opened her eyes.
"Hey, Tracy. How do you feel?" Monica checked vitals. Everything was good.
"Like I'm about to get my head drill open. What an idiotic question!" Tracy grumbled.
"Fair point. Are you sure you don't want me to call Ned or Dillon?"
"No. I just…"
"They would come. So would've Edward and Alan," Monica said.
"And Mother. If I don't make it, I will at least to join Alan and Daddy in Hell," Tracy chuckled, darkly.
Monica rolled her eyes.
"You're not going to die."
"And I suppose having Doogie Howser for a doctor is going help," Tracy said.
"I thought you would enjoy a younger, handsome doctor," Monica teased.
"That's more your style," Tracy paused, " what happened with the judge? I like having a judge in our pocket."
"It was nice but just not right. We're still friends. Actually, I'm seeing…" Monica paused, knowing Tracy's reaction.
"Who? Monica, I could die tomorrow. The least you could do for me is to let me torture you over your poor taste in men."
"You're not going to die," Monica said, rolling her eyes again. Tracy Quartermaine will not go down to a measly shadow on a head CT scan.
Tracy scrowled. "Is that the best bedside manner all your patients receive, Dr. Quartermaine?"
"You aren't my patient, you're my pain-in-the-ass sister-in-law."
"Gee, I love you, too."
Monica bit back a chuckle.
"Kevin and I went out a couple times. We share a patient and enjoy each other's company."
"Kevin...as in Kevin Collins? Why are you dating Lucy Coe's castoffs?" Tracy asked.
"You did dated Scott. And your brother married Lucy."
"Just because you kicked us out…."
"It's my house…"
"Alan gave it to you," Tracy's eyes drooped sleepily.
"And promptly moved his family in. I might've refused the gift if I knew the strings that were attached…"
"Hmmmm…"
"Go to sleep. I'll be here."
"Good...Monica, I really do love you. You know that, right?"
"I know. I love you, too. Sleep."
Tracy nodded.
Monica settled back into her chair. Tracy Quartermaine would not be brought down by a measly shadow.