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I wake up on the couch after another night of Ellis's surgeries and stretch my cramped muscles. I head upstairs as Stevens walks into the bathroom, so I follow as I need to brush my teeth toom, Puppy squealing when he sees us walk in and right back out. I note the fact that Stevens is in Hello Kitty underwear, not particularly caring, and toss Mer a banana as head out the door for work.
In the car they discuss the grocery list, O'Malley complaining about the fact the ladies need tampons. He raves about the fact that he's a man and that he doesn't buy girl products, a real dick move to me. Finally, I get tired of his whining and turn to face him.
"Alright, mate, calm the fuck down. A real man would grow a pair and buy the damn tampons." I bite back, heading to get my usual coffee as I split from the interns. I meet back up with Mer before her pre-rounds as McDreamy walks with us and questions her about her breakfast, a grilled cheese as she didn't want the banana I offered. I get paged down to the E.R. where there's a kid with intense bruising on his abdomen and arms, the parents nowhere to be found.
"So, what's your name, kid?" I ask as I palpitate his stomach, watching the tiny blond boy's reaction closely.
"Tristan, but some call me Tris." He murmurs, shying away from my gaze as I glance up with a smile.
"Well, Tristan, can you tell me how this happened?" Said boy shakes his head rapidly and scrunches his nose.
"Your hands are cold." He states simply, squirming as I tickle his sides for a second. I study the varying bruises, some new and some old, smiling at the kid before going to talk to social services. I go back to wait for the kid while social services takes their sweet time, and tell him "stories" of dragons, mermaids, and mazes.
It's at least another hour and a half before they get here, my taking my leave to go help others. I keep an eye on the kid from the corner of my eye, always having a soft spot for kids after Teddy, and walk back to him when I see a brutish man that reminds me an awful lot like my uncle walk in. He sets his sights on Tristan and I recognize the anger behind bright green eyes, something I know a hell of a lot about.
I walk a bit quicker but as I see him raise his hand to strike the boy, I break into a sprint and slam the fucker into a wall, pinning him up by his neck. I growl low in my throat as he spits in my face, security coming to relieve me to go check on the kid. Said boy is hiding under the bed with his hands covering his eyes and tears streaming down his face.
"Hey, Tris, come on out buddy. He won't hurt you, I promise." I murmur softly, reaching out to him slowly. He takes my hand quickly and practically launches himself into my arms. I hold him effortlessly with one hand as I get to my feet and point to a nurse, motioning for me to come forward.
"Find Tristan's next of kin, please." I mutter quietly so the kid can't hear me and take him to a private room. I set him down in the bed and make sure there's always someone with him before meeting Mer outside of Liz Fallon's room, my memories of Ellis's scrub quite nice. We take over from the other nurses and smile at the woman, moving to her bedside as she motions us close.
"Ohh, your mom's a bigger woman." The woman states, watching us closely.
"You were her scrub nurse." Mer replies simply, smiling awkwardly as she lies to the dying woman. I ignore their discussion about Ellis, my hatred for the woman a bit large after all these years.
"As for you," Liz says as she looks up at me, "Come over here and give me a hug, son." I smile gently and bend down to hug her as asked, pushing some magic into her so that when she does finally go, it's painless. Mer and I take our leave and she asks me to go to see Ellis, knowing I wouldn't tell her no. I stay back a bit as Mer shows the woman pictures from the past, as if it will magically vanish her Alzheimer's.
We get home to Stevens and O'Malley arguing in the bathroom because the daft prick "forgot" their tampons. I roll my eyes as Mer hits up her secret stash for Stevens, or Izzie I should say since we live together, knowing I'll be doing the shopping from now on.
Mer heads back to the hospital after a couple of hours to check on Jorge Cruz, her human 2x4 apparently. I shower once everyone leaves and then head back, fresh and clean. When I get back I see O'Malley trying to stop Izzie from going into the locker room so I decide to investigate only for my anger to suddenly skyrocket. Everywhere are pictures of Bethany Whisper, Karev smirking smugly as Izzie drops trou and removes her shirt, going off on the smug bastard, at least he has the decency to look sheepish.
I glare at him as I stalk towards him, grabbing him by his collar and slamming him against the lockers like Mer did once already. I see the fear in his eyes and for once, I revel in that. I am glad that I strike fear it his heart, as I should.
"Take down the fuckin' pictures." I spit out, letting him go roughly and leaving the room before I beat the dick to a bloody pulp. I see Izzie go into one of her pre-rounds patients room and slam down one of the pictures.
"This is who I was," She says as she points to the picture, "It has nothing to do with who I am now. I'm a physician, a surgeon, and I am just as qualified as any other intern on this floor. So you're just gonna have to get over your chauvinist crap and let me do my job!" I leave before the man answers, having seen that Izzie is actually okay and not going to kill someone.
I head back to the E.R. to see Tristan with another man, smaller than the last guy and with a large smile. I walk over to make sure there's nothing but bruises and then turn to the guy who's holding him.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Black, and you are?" I say, holding my hand out to the man I already like much better than the last.
"Hi, I'm Christian, Rod's ex-husband. Tristan is my biological son, not Rod's." The blond man explains, shaking my hand back and holding his son close. I go over some required pleasantries and give them a soft smile before letting the police over to document Tristan's injuries. I go back to Liz's room once more but before I enter I hear Mer laughing, but I know it's not happy laughter.
"What's her diagnosis?" Ah fuck, she found out about Ellis.
"Alzheimer's, early onset." Mer mutters, me taking that as my cue to leave when I hear Liz call Ellis a bitch. I plop down next to the ladies after I grab my coffee and smirk at Cristina as she calls Izzie perfect and says she'd go naked all the time, and that she also hates Izzie. Izzie leaves after a page from Bailey leaving Cristina and Mer to speak with, the three of us talking about Liz.
Once they leave I take a deep breath and turn to see Remus and Siri on either side of me. They wear matching smirks as they lean back against the bench, not saying anything just yet.
"You know, that blonde chick thinks you're cute." Siri comments off-handedly, looking at me sideways and then at the hospital.
"Doesn't matter, I don't want to mess around with her anyway." I reply, looking over at him.
"Aw, c'mon, Harry. You could be the hot shot of this hospital." I roll my eyes at Siri and turn to Remus with a sigh.
"How are they?" Remus dons a slightly sad look and shakes his head softly.
"You need to stop worrying about us, Harry. We're okay now." He soothes, hazel eyes watching me as if I'm still the 3rd year he met on the Hogwarts Express.
"I'll always worry about you guys, it's my fault you never got to see your son." I whisper softly, leaning forward with my elbows resting on my knees as I take in the sunset.
"No, Cub, it wasn't. We gave our life willingly to save others. Do not take blame for something you didn't do." Siri warns, smiling gently as he fades away once again. I sigh deeply as I put my head in my hands, only to look up when the others walk past. They don't ask as we go home for the night, my thoughts elsewhere entirely.