Title: Last Resort
Disclaimers: Ryan Murphy is the genius.
Genre: angst
Rating: niptuckish with the normal graphic scenes warning.
Summary: Sean has agreed to Christian's lipo. I mean why wouldn't he? But it was a bit of a bad timing, wasn't it?
Set: Alternate Monica Wilder.
Pairing: Christian/Blue Mondae.
Note: I don't ask for betas, I'm too impatient to wait for them correcting my "work"...but if you offer I won't say no.
"It's always good to experience the patient's perspective of a lipo as well," Christian said lying on his back in the theater still trying to lighten Sean up about agreeing to do this procedure for him so close to Julia's due date.
"If you wanted to be of some service to us, then you would've left the spot open for a real patient!" Sean continued to express his disapproval beginning infiltration by creating a small stab incision, just enough to accommodate the needle.
"I'm paying am I not? I'm a real patient! And what're you complaining about? Besides, it's a milk run for you! I'm the one having to go through it. I need this so I can keep luring patients in!" "And the leaves off the tree!" Liz said in a facetious tone. "I think it's more like the fruit he wants, Liz," Sean looked at her for a moment before starting pretunneling using a larger cannula and passing it many times without suction into the most superficial layer of the desired area of removal. "Everything for a happy and satisfied customer, so that he can go on bouncy bouncy till we're all age old and debile," Liz continued, making Christian's lips turn into a sardonic smile. "We could make this part of our advertising campaign, showing a before and after video of Christian having sex." She almost added that they could get Kimber to do a professional take on the latter video, but she changed her mind at the last millisecond. She wouldn't normally mind Christian's feelings, if he had any, but this time she decided keeping the patient settled was the better option. "It's just I have standards of how I should look!" Christian felt the need to defend himself again in front of those two. He half wished he never mentioned the issue, went somewhere else to get it done and called in sick. "Standards Christian? What standards? You occasionally mention that, but have we seen any evidence of standards? Even in who you trade snug for stiff?" Liz didn't let the subject go, partially because bickering is what they usually did during surgery, partially because as a conscientious anesthesiologist she was keeping to maintaining verbal contact with the patient during the procedure to help detect possible subtle side effects of the lidocaine/epinephrine dose, symptoms, such as dysarthria, and more severe ones, such as changes in mental status. "The standards that'd impress anybody with their female hormones in the right place and amount!" Christian emphasized. "I suspect you don't even..." He stopped, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Christian?" Liz placed a hand on his, the light bantering tone disappeared from her voice. Her patient was sweating, his skin pale, hands shaking. At the unplayful manner that sounded, Sean looked up, but didn't stop, "what is it?" "Increased heart rate, body temperature decreased to 36.0," Liz nodded towards the monitors. Side effects of the epi, for sure. "Lightheadedness, dizziness, visual disturbances?" She asked Christian. "Gonna be sick..." Christian fretted with his hand reaching out for Liz. "No, you're not!" Sean grunted. An upset stomach during lipo, that's only a possible text book side effect, nobody did actually do that while he was working on them! "Sean, could you hurry up! There can't be that much in there to do!" Liz rolled her eyes, but nevertheless got ready to help Christian to his side just in case. "Do you think Christian would like me not getting it symmetric?" Sean argued as if his partner wasn't there, "I still need to make sure the contour is smooth!" "Juicer works without the smoothie and not the other way round! Heart rate up! Will you move it!" "If you don't stop moving Liz will knock you out!" Sean threatened Christian totally unethically, not even contemplating to consider him a real patient. He had to finish quick, Julia could be giving birth today. Christian shook his head, that was all the answer he could give. He really felt like he was going to be sick, his stomach was churning as much on the inside as it was shaken up by Sean just under the surface. Not good. Probably the worst lipo Sean will ever have to deal with. Or him. Shit. He turned his head, groaning."Christian! Would you just...not in the theater!" He moved the cannulla out the way just in time.
Given he wasn't supposed to eat before the procedure, there was very little his stomach could empty, but the heaves were strong and sour.
"Here," Liz wiped his mouth and squeezed his hand, "are you better now?"
"I don't know," Christian answered shakily and quietly, "but you can continue just now Sean," he lay back and closed his eyes, "sorry about that."
"Christian!" Liz's voice was threatening too, but in a different, more panicked way, "you need to keep talking me me," she almost like pleaded with him.
"Whatever," he kept his eyes shut though, voice slurring.
"Christian talk to me," Liz patted his cheek and looked at monitor, "he's going to drift off any moment Sean!"
Sean looked up at the monitors again and shrugged, "no dangerous parameters. I just need to close up."
"But he passed out Sean!"
tbc