Title:
Music
Pairing: Mention of BJ/Hawkeye
Rating:
PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
Summary: Don't
want to give it away
Challenge: Response to Lisa's ABC challenge.
Music is my refuge, my solace, my escape. Music is the only thing that keeps me sane, that keeps me alive.
Listening to music takes me to a far away place where people are civilised, food isn't lethal, where I can take time doing a surgery and do it well. If there's one thing I do well, it's surgery. I do one thing at a time, I do it well, and then I move on. This so-called meatball surgery is wearing down on my skills as a surgeon. How do these people expect me to do anything effectively when they are constantly telling me to hurry, to rush?
Sometimes I wish we could listen to loud classical music while we're in surgery. Maybe then can I drown out their insistent barbaric nattering. Those two blathering idiots do not posses the superior skills as a surgeon that I do. I am amazed that they haven't lost many patients. If it wasn't for me, they surely would have lost more. They are constantly joking around, never taking anything seriously. Not even surgery. You should hear some of the things that they say. Mother would surely die of shock. The profane and rude things that they say, their crude jokes about almost everything. It's amazing the Colonel hasn't reprimanded them yet.
Sometimes I imagine them being thrown into high society life. I can see them floundering while I, on the other hand, would be the very image of grace, sipping 100-year-old scotch and silently laughing at their awkwardness. Their laughter assaults my ears like the obscene sounds made by a novice clarinettist venturing into the upper register. Music would be the only thing able to drown them out.
Music is my refuge, my solace, my escape. Music is the only thing that keeps me sane, that keeps me alive.