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I'm up at four am to get ready today. Once I'm dressed I grab a granola bar on my way out the door and head to the hospital. I stop by the lounge as usual to put my stuff away and then stop to get my coffee, Sarah handing me my usual with a smile as I hand her some cash. I smile back politely before walking to the O.R. viewing platform overseeing Mer's surgeon.
"I wish I could hold a heart." O'Malley, or George I guess, murmurs sadly.
"A monkey could hold a heart." I reply sharply, sipping my drink leisurely.
"George, I need more ice and chips." Izzie states as she sits down beside the puppy.
"Who else did you invite?" George groans, while Cristina just shakes her head.
"Izzie, we said the list was jocks only. Surgery, Trauma, Plastics. Who else?" Cris states, giving Izzie a slightly exasperated look.
"Just some people from Peds." I roll my eyes, of course you did Iz.
"You invited the preschoolers to Meredith's house. The next thing you'll say is you invited the shrinks." I chime in, raising a brow at the blond, a smirk on my lips as she looks away sheepishly.
"She invited the quacks. This party is D.O.A." Cris mutters as Karev walks in, myself immediately blocking out the conversation when he sits down. I watch the surgery progress and as Mrs. Patterson's heart finally beating on it's own again. I go to leave but then something catches my eye, Mer's glove is ripped at the nail. Sometimes having enhanced eyesight is a real bitch.
I walk out to meet Mer outside the hallway, both of walking until we run into McDreamy that is. He asks about the heart and smiles as the elevator doors slide shut. I lean against the wall as I scroll through my emails for anything important, glancing up at Mer every so often.
"I think I did something to the heart when I was holding it. I nodded off a little, squeezed it." She suddenly admits, me having already known this I just play it off as casual.
"Oh please, the heart's a tough muscle, it'd take at least a squeeze or two." I reply smoothly, putting my phone back into my pocket.
"My nail popped the glove, cut straight through. Hadrien, what if I punctured Mrs. Patterson's heart?" Mer asks quietly, the nervousness obvious in her voice. I step up beside her and look down so she can see that I'm being honest, not that I'd ever lie to her about something this important.
"If you had punctured it you'd have known when they reperfused, but they got it beating, she's okay." I explain gently, slinging my arm over her shoulders in a brotherly manner.
"So I shouldn't tell Burke?" Well fuck.
"Yes, you should still tell him even though nothing happened." I finally answer, leaving her as the doors slide open at my stop. I'm paged to a room with a woman who has bullae in her lungs, George taking notes as she's prepped for surgery. I have a nurse page me when they go into surgery and go head to another room where Izzie's talking to some guy about his bowel obstruction.
I stand against the wall as they talk, Izzie writing down notes and caring for the guy. I leave and see Burke hand Cris a latte, a strange thing indeed. I hum softly to myself, wondering if there's something there, but deciding not to worry about that now as I'm paged to O.R. three. We get a scope in her when we see something strange, someone left a damn towel in her.
I assist in the retrieval and swear under my breath, woman had a towel in her for five years. I scrub out while Bailey closes and follow them down the hall as Bailey gives orders. George ends up inviting Bailey to the party, leaving me to ponder how bad I'm going to regret this party in the morning.
I work down in the E.R. as my day passes by, overly eager to go to a party and let go of everything. I end up suturing four guys who decided to throw knives at each other, real bright those guys, and one four year old girl who fell from the tree before I go find Mer. I see her talking to McDreamy so I hang back until she runs in the direction of Mrs. Patterson. Mer says something and then I hear her admit to her glove, in front of the husband.
Turns out her ventricular walls were weak, Mer and Burke having to meet with the Chief and legal in the morning. I stop by the cafe for some food before passing the interns by with a smile, eyeing George and his inflated glove with a face before shaking my head and moving on. I see Cris and Burke once again on my way to the Pit this time and stop in to check on Karev, who's still being a douche to the drug addict when McDreamy discharges the man.
Izzie walks in a few minutes later with a chart, her displeasure at being late for the party evident on her face. I take my leave and jog down to the lounge to grab my stuff before heading home. I meet Mer in the driveway and nod knowingly, she just came home from dealing with her mother so she really needs a drink. Honestly, same though.
She demands to know where Izzie is but she's not here, and then we see Cris dancing on a table so Mer lets go. I grab a beer as I watch them dance, taking George's place on the table when he declines to dance. I feel the effects of four beers an hour later as we play cards, me having to strip down to my boxers as Cris calls a royal flush. I gulp down some tequila, Mer's favorite, and thank Merlin I remembered to put on my glamours this morning.
I glance out the window as I see Mer dancing on the porch, McDreamy leaning against his car, Mer taking the bait. She kisses him as well as a drunken woman can and then follows him into the car, not seeing Bailey walking up to their car after an hour. Oh damn, that's not good.
The next morning I wake up on the couch, thankfully still in my boxers, and peer up at the door as Izzie walks in. I down half a bottle of water as Izzie downs the rest of someone's beer, none of ours sadly, though that doesn't stop her. I shower quickly, feeling the effects of my hangover, however little they may be. I down a scalding cup of coffee before grabbing another, a voice in the back of my head telling me that my addiction is probably unhealthy, but another part of me saying fuck it.
Mer tells us about her one month probation, hell for an intern, and then heads to see her mother and lawyers. I check on both patients from yesterday, the addict apparently having fallen after I left. He's fine though so I try to head to an on-call room to get some more sleep, but when I see Cris walk in there after Burke I figure that's not the best idea.
That night we all clean up the house, said place looking like a damn trainwreck after last night, but I surprisingly don't regret any of it.
I'm up at four am to get ready today. Once I'm dressed I grab a granola bar on my way out the door and head to the hospital. I stop by the lounge as usual to put my stuff away and then stop to get my coffee, Sarah handing me my usual with a smile as I hand her some cash. I smile back politely before walking to the O.R. viewing platform overseeing Mer's surgeon.
"I wish I could hold a heart." O'Malley, or George I guess, murmurs sadly.
"A monkey could hold a heart." I reply sharply, sipping my drink leisurely.
"George, I need more ice and chips." Izzie states as she sits down beside the puppy.
"Who else did you invite?" George groans, while Cristina just shakes her head.
"Izzie, we said the list was jocks only. Surgery, Trauma, Plastics. Who else?" Cris states, giving Izzie a slightly exasperated look.
"Just some people from Peds." I roll my eyes, of course you did Iz.
"You invited the preschoolers to Meredith's house. The next thing you'll say is you invited the shrinks." I chime in, raising a brow at the blond, a smirk on my lips as she looks away sheepishly.
"She invited the quacks. This party is D.O.A." Cris mutters as Karev walks in, myself immediately blocking out the conversation when he sits down. I watch the surgery progress and as Mrs. Patterson's heart finally beating on it's own again. I go to leave but then something catches my eye, Mer's glove is ripped at the nail. Sometimes having enhanced eyesight is a real bitch.
I walk out to meet Mer outside the hallway, both of walking until we run into McDreamy that is. He asks about the heart and smiles as the elevator doors slide shut. I lean against the wall as I scroll through my emails for anything important, glancing up at Mer every so often.
"I think I did something to the heart when I was holding it. I nodded off a little, squeezed it." She suddenly admits, me having already known this I just play it off as casual.
"Oh please, the heart's a tough muscle, it'd take at least a squeeze or two." I reply smoothly, putting my phone back into my pocket.
"My nail popped the glove, cut straight through. Hadrien, what if I punctured Mrs. Patterson's heart?" Mer asks quietly, the nervousness obvious in her voice. I step up beside her and look down so she can see that I'm being honest, not that I'd ever lie to her about something this important.
"If you had punctured it you'd have known when they reperfused, but they got it beating, she's okay." I explain gently, slinging my arm over her shoulders in a brotherly manner.
"So I shouldn't tell Burke?" Well fuck.
"Yes, you should still tell him even though nothing happened." I finally answer, leaving her as the doors slide open at my stop. I'm paged to a room with a woman who has bullae in her lungs, George taking notes as she's prepped for surgery. I have a nurse page me when they go into surgery and go head to another room where Izzie's talking to some guy about his bowel obstruction.
I stand against the wall as they talk, Izzie writing down notes and caring for the guy. I leave and see Burke hand Cris a latte, a strange thing indeed. I hum softly to myself, wondering if there's something there, but deciding not to worry about that now as I'm paged to O.R. three. We get a scope in her when we see something strange, someone left a damn towel in her.
I assist in the retrieval and swear under my breath, woman had a towel in her for five years. I scrub out while Bailey closes and follow them down the hall as Bailey gives orders. George ends up inviting Bailey to the party, leaving me to ponder how bad I'm going to regret this party in the morning.
I work down in the E.R. as my day passes by, overly eager to go to a party and let go of everything. I end up suturing four guys who decided to throw knives at each other, real bright those guys, and one four year old girl who fell from the tree before I go find Mer. I see her talking to McDreamy so I hang back until she runs in the direction of Mrs. Patterson. Mer says something and then I hear her admit to her glove, in front of the husband.
Turns out her ventricular walls were weak, Mer and Burke having to meet with the Chief and legal in the morning. I stop by the cafe for some food before passing the interns by with a smile, eyeing George and his inflated glove with a face before shaking my head and moving on. I see Cris and Burke once again on my way to the Pit this time and stop in to check on Karev, who's still being a douche to the drug addict when McDreamy discharges the man.
Izzie walks in a few minutes later with a chart, her displeasure at being late for the party evident on her face. I take my leave and jog down to the lounge to grab my stuff before heading home. I meet Mer in the driveway and nod knowingly, she just came home from dealing with her mother so she really needs a drink. Honestly, same though.
She demands to know where Izzie is but she's not here, and then we see Cris dancing on a table so Mer lets go. I grab a beer as I watch them dance, taking George's place on the table when he declines to dance. I feel the effects of four beers an hour later as we play cards, me having to strip down to my boxers as Cris calls a royal flush. I gulp down some tequila, Mer's favorite, and thank Merlin I remembered to put on my glamours this morning.
I glance out the window as I see Mer dancing on the porch, McDreamy leaning against his car, Mer taking the bait. She kisses him as well as a drunken woman can and then follows him into the car, not seeing Bailey walking up to their car after an hour. Oh damn, that's not good.
The next morning I wake up on the couch, thankfully still in my boxers, and peer up at the door as Izzie walks in. I down half a bottle of water as Izzie downs the rest of someone's beer, none of ours sadly, though that doesn't stop her. I shower quickly, feeling the effects of my hangover, however little they may be. I down a scalding cup of coffee before grabbing another, a voice in the back of my head telling me that my addiction is probably unhealthy, but another part of me saying fuck it.
Mer tells us about her one month probation, hell for an intern, and then heads to see her mother and lawyers. I check on both patients from yesterday, the addict apparently having fallen after I left. He's fine though so I try to head to an on-call room to get some more sleep, but when I see Cris walk in there after Burke I figure that's not the best idea.
That night we all clean up the house, said place looking like a damn trainwreck after last night, but I surprisingly don't regret any of it.