"It's not us, it's them and their stupid boy...penises. They didn't tell me they had a wife." I hold Mer's hair back as she says she may be sick again, but turns out to be a false a alarm. I roll my eyes as she continues to blame boy penises, nodding to Iz and George as they walk in to get ready. I hop off the floor and brush my teeth before going to get dressed. I head in with them today and resist the urge to growl when I see McAss waiting for Mer, but she shakes her head, deciding to deal with him on her own.
"Stop, you're stalking me, stop it." She announces clearly, not giving him a second glance as we walk inside. I ignore their conversation as I walk in, chuckling as Burke reschedules McAss's surgery. I'm paged outside the E.R. entrance where we have a head on collision.
"Male, 55, victim of a head-on collision. GCS is 3. Depressed skull fracture. Multiple internal injuries. ACLS protocol started, but was vein blew so we've been pushing meds down the tube. PEA on arrival." The paramedic informs quickly, walking with us as we wheel him in.
"How long he been down?" I ask quickly, pushing through the doors to get the patient inside.
"Been doing C.P.R. for almost twenty minutes. Took fire almost twenty to get him out of the car, he's pretty much gone." I roll my eyes and turn to George.
"No, he's not gone until we say so, keep going. O'Malley, get him into a bay and save him." I order, glaring at him sharply when he tries to protest, jogging over to the second ambulance. I leave them to go see Mer and George to see them keep shocking the guy before running back. I follow the next guy in with Stevens while paging Burke. Nurse Tyler pulls Bailey and I aside to point at a ginger who is apparently packed, guess that means full of drugs in this place?
I decide to go check up on Richard but that seems to be the wrong thing to do as McAss is in there with him. I go to say something but then Adele kind of cuts me off.
"What makes you think he wants to be discharged," She asks, staring dead at her husband, "Derek, don't you know this hospital will crumble unless Richard's here holding up the walls?"
"Adele, you're supposed to be in the Virgin Islands." Richard states, giving McAss a look as he turns to face his wife.
"You are in five kinds of trouble Mr. Man," She claims, leaning down to kiss his cheek, "You have brain surgery and didn't tell me?"
"It was just a small procedure." Richard mutters, doing his best to defend himself.
"It was brain surgery!" Adele exclaims, shaking her head at me, "Why did you not call me? I thought you were a good boy, Harry."
"I was sworn to secrecy, Aunt Adele." I smile, leaning down to give the woman a quick hug. Even as a doctor she still treats me like her kid.
"How did you find-" Rich starts, then glares at Shepherd, "You called my wife?"
"You called mine." He replies, glancing up when Dr. Montgomery walks in.
"I thought I saw a fabulous looking woman walk by." She jokes, a smile on her face as she hugs Adele as well.
"Addison, yes see, I told Richard you two would get back together." Well, you're wrong on that front.
"Ah, actually, we're not. We're actually getting a divorce." She replies, not looking at her husband when she says it. I sneak a peek at McAss who is clearly surprised by that but makes no comment.
"Good to see you, Adele, keep him in line." He murmurs, leaving Montgomery and I to walk out on our own.
"You know, I don't think he was expecting that." I state casually, glancing down at her.
"Doesn't matter, it's happening either way. By the way, care to have lunch later? I don't know many people here." She comments quietly as we pass by the nurse's station.
"I'll do you one better, you can join my friend and I for lunch outside, as it's rare that it's not raining. I'll come get you around one-ish" I offer with a smirk, texting Calliope about our extra for lunch as I head to the car crash victims.
I look in on Karev doing the X-Ray on the kid, Scott I think, and listen to him talk about his dad. Apparently the kid's father has a lot of anger issues and that may be what caused the crash. I check in on the mother as well, listening to her recount what happened, wondering how she's feeling minus being in a car crash. I see a yellowing bruise as Cris lifts up the mother's shirt, my assumptions about how angry the husband really is confirmed. Next, is going with Mer and the drug swallower to get an M.R.I
"You know, Mr. Hubble, you might make things easier on yourself if you just tell us what you've ingested. We'll know anyway, once we see your films." I insist quietly as the elevator doors slide shut.
"You have the most beautiful feature, delicate, almost porcelain." The patient claims, not seeing Mer try to stifle her laughter behind him.
"Mr. Hubble, whatever you've ingested could kill you. Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's got you plugged up inside?" I try once more, hoping for a better answer.
"It, um, might offend you." What, did you eat my favorite toy?
"Is it drugs?" I guess, not too sure if this guy fits the usual drug swallower description.
"It's not drugs, I promise." I nod slowly, sharing a look with Mer as the doors slide open, and help her wheel him down to the room. Once we get the scans the radiologist confirms at least ten balloons of drugs, cocaine by his guess. Rolling my eyes as I'm paged, I quickly run to find Bailey looking over the mother and son's x-rays with Cris and Karev.
"Scott Seibert, 18. No fractions or internal bleeding, pretty lucky in my opinion." Karev presents, crossing his arms over his chest with a sigh.
"What do you recommend?" I ask, glancing at the mother's this time, wincing as I feel the phantom pains of some of her injuries. Guess we're a lot alike in regards to abusive family. I ignore Bailey's exclamation of 'damn' and bite the inside of my cheek thoughtfully.
"Lea Seibert, 43. Multiple healed fractures on her clavicle and humerus, as well as third and fourth rib." Cris states, pointing out the ribs for Bailey.
"She's either a bull rider or abused." Bailey mutters, peering closely at the humerus and clavicle.
"Kid said the accident was road rage. Old man got cut off in traffic, went ballistic." Karev supplies, only adding to what we already think. I go to leave them to go over the rest when Mer walks in with Hubble's scans.
"It's drugs."
"Stupid, stupid, stupid. One burst and he's dead in five minutes, so what do we do?" Bailey asks, studying the man's scans with a look of disdain.
"Run his bowel, that means remove all 36 feet from his body cavity, hand search for the balloons, and then cut them out." Cris recites, almost like a human textbook.
"Grey, book an O.R. Yang, Black, you're in. I'll need all the hands I can get." Bailey orders, getting ready to leave when I note Karev moving closer to the screens.
"Are we sure they're balloons?" He asks, leaning forward and squinting his eyes.
"You believe they're not?" I inquire, walking beside him and using my gift again. Goddamn, Karev's right, they're definitely not balloons.
"I don't think so," Said intern starts, pointing to one, "This one has a face." Bailey dims the light and it appears that all of them have a face, Bailey getting it first.
"I'll be damned. They're Judys." She affirmed, her voice holding an air of disbelief this time.
"Judys?" I repeat, assuming they're an American thing as I have no idea what they hell a Judy is.
"He swallowed the heads of ten Judy dolls." Damn, that is definitely an American thing. I follow the interns to the front desk and lean against a wall as Cris tells us she used to dissect Judy Dolls, something that doesn't really surprise me at this point.
"Sounds like there's a sick and twisted story behind this." Deciding that I don't want to hear said story, I go down to Montgomery's office to see she's working on files. She looks up when I knock on the door and a small smile appears on her red lips.
"Hello Dr. Black, I'm assuming we're still on for lunch?" At my nod her smile grows and she rolls back from her desk before standing up. We walk down to the cafe and some food before heading outside to join Calliope at our table from yesterday. Calliope smiles as I pull out Dr. Montgomery's chair, a knowing look in her eye as I plop down in my own chair.
"Calliope, meet Addison Montgomery. Dr. Montgomery, meet Calliope Torres, she's the Head of Ortho." I explain happily, ignoring the other doctors and nurses as they stare at us openly.
"It's just Callie, the only people who call me Calliope are my father and apparently Hadrien." The Latina corrects, winking over at me and slides me a sandwich and a salad identical to hers towards Dr. Montgomery. I nod my thanks and run a hand through my hair slowly, raising a brow at the two ladies.
"Either of you hear about the guy who swallowed the heads of Judy dolls?" I inquire with a smirk, watching them both lean forward curiously, so I tell the story. I see Calliope cringe slightly and Dr. Montgomery chuckle once I'm done with the retelling, the redhead peering over at me with a smirk of her own.
"That is all kinds of wrong." Calliope mumbles, sipping her coffee with a grimace.
"You're not wrong, but everyone has something wrong with them." I remind, finishing my sandwich and checking my pager to make sure I'm not needed yet.
"What about you, what's wrong with you?" Dr. Montgomery questions, that smirk of hers so like my own.
"Hero-complex, gotta save everyone." I admit, watching as the redhead opens her mouth to reply when her pager goes off.
"Well, I have to run but thank you for lunch. Dr. Black." She says as she gets up, shooting a smile at Calliope as she leaves.
"Dr. Montgomery." I drawl, watching her go with a sigh, before turning to face Calliope.
"Dude, she likes you. She practically eye-fucked you the entire time, and the way she said your name, damn. It oozed lust and sex appeal, not that you were any different." She laughed, fixing me with a curious gaze.
"She is getting divorced, there is nothing going on between us except friendship seeing as how I have very few friends and she's new to Seattle." I argue, downing my cold coffee and making a mental note to grab another before surgery.
"Okay, but we need to go out for drinks one night, it'd be fun." The Latina insists, getting up and leaving before I can even object. I get up and toss my trash away before going to join in on Mr. Hubble's bowel obstruction. I scrub in quickly and help them remove the heads, wondering how a person does this to themselves.
Burke makes the interns scrub out leaving Bailey and I to finish up here, the closing much more easy than the removal of heads. I close up Mr. Hubble for Bailey and then scrub out, stopping by to check on the abusive father before heading home. I was going take the elevator but when I see McAss and Dr. Montgomery on it, I decide to just take the stairs. A+ for fitness and all that shit.
Seeing as how the interns are still here and I came in with Mer, I slip into an alleyway and apparate straight into the living room. I think about lunch with Calliope and Dr. Montgomery as I stagger into the bathroom for a shower. Maybe really hot water will solve my problems.