I don't know what this is. I was bored and it happened and I haven't posted anything in like a year so here goes nothing.
Chris sighed as he yet again scrubbed blood off his shoes; he really didn't get paid enough for this. He finally gave up on getting the blood off and just pulled the shoes off of his feet and dropped them into his backpack. He would have to use a bit of magic on them later. Screw personal gain, those were expensive.
He pulled on a white t-shirt and threw his scrubs into his bag, he was going to have to wash those two. Sometimes being a trauma surgeon was awesome, sometimes it sucked. On one hand, he got paid for saving lives, something he was born to do; however, on the other hand, it wasn't infrequent to loose patients, like today.
Twenty six year old male. Slipped on a patch of ice and fell off the roof while hanging Christmas lights for his ten year old twin daughters. They couldn't save him. Three weeks before Christmas, and now they were going to bury him. All over some stupid festive lights.
It was safe to say that Chris was having a bad day. Any day that he had to tell someone that someone they loved had passed away, was a horrible day. He rubbed his hands over his face and clicked the padlock closed on his locker. Yeah, today was one of the sucky days. Luckily though, he had just ended his eight night shift in a row and he now had six days off before he had two weeks of the day shift.
He shouldered his backpack and walked out of the locker room dedicated to attendings. At the age of twenty nine, he was the youngest trauma attending on the west coast. One of the best too. "Good morning Dr. Halliwell," Dr. Baily said as he walked past the nurse's station to dock his electronic chart, "Heard you had an interesting night."
"Interesting," He repeated the word as he logged off of the server and placed the tablet on the charger, "That would have to be the biggest understatement of the century."
"So is it true?" She asked eagerly.
He leaned against the desk to keep himself from falling over due to exhaustion, "Is what true?"
"Did a man really come into the ER while impaled on a metal fence post?" She asked like it was the most obvious question in the world.
"Oh, that?" Chris responded nonchalantly, "Yeah, missed all major organs though, guy got lucky."
Dr. Baily shook her head in amazement, "How does that even happen?"
"Him getting lucky or getting impaled through the abdomen by a fence post?"
"Christopher Halliwell, you sure are something…" She trailed off as she picked up a tablet and began to enter her password.
Chris smiled, "Thank you."
"I never said that was a good thing," She joked.
Chris laughed as he straightened up, "You know you love me. Who else would bring you free food from the best restaurant in California?"
"One of the four other Dr. Halliwells working in the hospital."
"Do you really want Wyatt anywhere near your food?"
Dr. Baily shook her head and laughed, "Go home Chris, you look like your about to pass out right in the middle of my surgical floor."
Chris nodded and stifled a yawn with the back of his fist, "Yes ma'am."
He turned on his heal and walked from the hospital, giving polite greetings to the people who addressed him and ignoring the ones who didn't. When he got to his truck, the one that he and his father had rebuilt form scraps, he tossed his bag into the back seat and headed home.
I know it's short but I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think and I don't know maybe I could make it an actual story if anyone is still into this fandom and wants that?