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Chapter 5: McWorld

His name was George, and he was very old, so he slept a majority of the time. He was practically on life support in his last stages of Alzheimer's and in the middle stages of congestive heart failure. Since it was an extremely rare occasion that he was awake, George was quite popular – rather George's room was quite popular. Other than the gentle bleeps and hisses of the machines the room was blissfully quiet compared to the rest of Saint Hali's. It was the perfect sanctuary for any healer, nurse, surgeon, or trainee with its city skyline view (what else was to be expected of George who was sitting on a gold mine? The staff used to joke that one of them was going to find one of George's offspring and get married so they could share in the inheritance). At night the buildings blended into the deeps indigo sky, making the lights in their windows look like stars. It was one of Ginny's favorite things to look at – a real life painting. You would think that her favorite scene would brighten her spirits, but it just made her wish for the starry nights she had spent at the Burrow as she reflected on her not so wonderful day.

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It all began early that morning when Ginny was floo-called by Kolina, a co-worker at Saint Hali's, where Ginny worked twice a month so she could have a healthy dose of chaos amidst her daily monotony. Kolina had come down with a nasty bout of the flue and wanted Ginny to cover her shift. The sick healer promised to cover any shift that the healthier one chose, even a dreaded night shift. Since the hospital wasn't really that hectic in the fall during the day, Ginny took the shift. She thought she might even get the chance to catch a quick nap in George's room (she wasn't sleeping very well still a week after seeing Draco). Ginny quickly dressed and threw her scrubs into her bag. She kissed a sleeping Blaise's forehead before heading to the hearth; it was only seven in the morning.

Before Ginny could change and clock in, the waiting room was packed. It turned out that various strands of Kolina's flu was attacking adult wizarding Piraievs. Grown-ups always made the worst patients, and the red head once again cursed herself for not picking pediatrics as her specialty. Half of the patients complained that their illness was worse than anyone else's and demanded to be treated immediately. The other half had been brought in by a friend or relative because they were too stubborn to admit how sick they truly were. These patients, or the portion of them whose stomachs were affected by the virus, were the ones who vomited in the waiting room. One of these had told Ginny that he was too busy convincing himself not to throw-up to get to a bathroom. Then there were the patients who just wanted to get better, so they were quiet; they waited their turn and asked for assistance if and when they needed it. Ginny loved those patients; however, there were only three of them and Ginny had only seen one of the three.

Around one thirty Tony, the desk clerk, alerted Ginny of a very special trauma case that was coming – a Quidditch accident.

"Did they say what happened?" Ginny asked.

"Something about swallowing a snitch."

"Page surgery!" were the last words out of the healer's mouth as she sprinted to the apparition bay. A million thoughts flooded her mind: What if it's Viktor? I can't work on my best friend's husband! What if it's Draco? The pompous prat will try to tell me what I'm doing wrong! Like he's done a surgery since training. Ginny's what ifs were cut off as she grabbed two nurses and a trainee, and the three joined her in the jog. When they arrived at the apparition bay, it was awfully quiet – the calm before the storm. There was soon a loud pop as three people had apparated as one: Viktor and Draco flanked a very pale Andreas Calix (star chaser for Athens), who was then quickly put on a gurney and wheeled to Trauma Room 2.

The next twenty minutes were a blur. Viktor explained what happened to Ginny, the nurses, and the trainee and translated for Calix. Calix, who wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings, had turned his head at the last second after catching the Quaffle. His mouth was wide open, causing the snitch to enter his mouth and to be swallowed. Calix started clutching his stomach and muttering in Greek to Viktor.

"I'm going to floo his wife," Viktor said to Ginny in English. "Good luck," he added as he placed an encouraging hand on her shoulder and left the room.

"Tell him I'm going to do an ultrasound spell to see where the snitch is and to see if there's any internal bleeding," she said to one of the nurses. "Pay attention!" she snapped at the trainee as she lifted up Calix's shirt to reveal a circular bruise on his abdomen, quite close to his ribcage. At that moment, Draco, who had disappeared after bringing his friend to the ER, sauntered through the double doors of Trauma 2 now dressed in scrubs. "What'd I miss?" he asked casually.

"Tell me this is an old bruise," Ginny growled.

"No, didn't Viktor tell you?" Draco inserted another question. The red head shook her head. "We were testing our sub-beaters, and Calix took a stray bludger to the stomach just after he swallowed the snitch." Calix then turned his head to the side and coughed up some blood.

"Shit!" Ginny screeched. "Malfoy, have the nurses clean him up and show that incompetent trainee how to do an ultrasound spell." She scurried to the intercom and punched in the numbers for the blood bank. "Can I please get some O-neg in Trauma 2? Thank you!" She was not risking her patient into bleeding out, and lucky for her, the units of blood arrived down the shoot rather quickly. Her job was done; she just needed a consult and she desperately wanted to scrub-in on the surgery.

"Where in bloody hell is the surgeon?"

Dubeinko and DiIanni arrived right on cue with looks of horror on their faces. They had obviously seen the tray in which Calix had coughed up blood. It didn't matter that the patient. Blood had been expelled via the mouth, and Dubeinko had not been informed prior to leaving his kingdom of the operating room floor. While DiIanni was more mild-tempered, if Dubeinko was pissed, then so was DiIanni.

"Who wants to explain?" Dubeinko asked rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was dangling the bait: if you gave a good history, you got to scrub-in.

"Mr. Calix has swallowed a snitch and was hit by a bludger, sir," Ginny jumped for the bait. "Malfoy did an ultrasound and-"

"If Malfoy did the ultrasound, then shouldn't he present his findings?" Dubeinko asked coolly. "Please, tell me if I'm wrong."

Ginny's cheeks flushed red as her temper rose. What's with the games? She thought. Do they want him to bleed out?

Malfoy picked up where Ginny left off. "I found that Calix fractured some ribs, and the snitch lost a wing, which punctured his spleen, after he was hit."

Dubeinko stroked his chin with his thumb and forefinger. "Do you have rights here, Malfoy?" Draco nodded. "Good. Both of you will scrub-in." Ginny glared at the blonde. Sure, she grew up in a large family, but she was the only girl, so there wasn't much to share.

Once in the elevator Malfoy leaned over to her and whispered, "Hey, Weasley, don't let the big boys boss you around in trauma and don't say 'please' and 'thank you' to the blood bank."

The comment hit a nerve, and she felt like punching him, but she wasn't loosing this surgery over him. Ginny had had a rough day. Hopefully cutting someone open, saving a life, would make it better. She was gowned and her hands thoroughly washed when Viktor popped his head into the washroom.

"Hey, Gin, when was the last time you delivered a baby?" he asked.

"Two months ago, why?" That was one nightmare Ginny did not want to remember. The woman hadn't realized she was in labor until her contractions were three minutes apart. She was forced to deliver the baby in the waiting room with many people watching.

"It's Calix's wife. You're the only person she trusts in this hospital because you're Hermione's friend," Viktor pleaded. She was not loosing this surgery because of a pregnant woman.

"Can't I do both? The surgery won't take long," Ginny asked the two elder surgeons.

"The nurse said she was progressing quickly…" Oh shut up Viktor!

"Go, Weasley, we've got plenty of hands," said Dubeinko. She stood there in defiance. Why couldn't Draco do it? He's a qualified healer, she thought.

"I know what you're thinking," DiIanni added. "Would you rather have a man who works with your husband or a woman who's a friend of a friend?"

Ginny hated when he pulled compassion on her. She always felt horrible for how she acted before. If DiIanni wasn't that way, who would keep them in check with kindness? Ginny reluctantly removed her gown and mask and went with Viktor.

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Viktor had been right. Fiona (Andreas' thankfully Irish wife) progressed and delivered very quickly. Ginny had only one problem: Fiona refused any kind of pain dampening spell. By the time Ginny had convinced her, it was too late: the baby was crowning.

Now up until this point Viktor had been adamant about staying in the delivery room with Fiona. He and Calix had gone to school together and they were still very close. He was going to be godfather to this child, and as he said it, he "would be a pretty shitty godfather" if he wasn't present for the birth. Ginny had warned him childbirth was messy. Ginny had told him not to look over the sheet. Where was Viktor during the last stages of the birth? The iron-willed Bulgarian was on the other side of the curtain used to divide the room, lying down with a cool cloth pressed to the back of his neck. He had fainted. When Viktor awoke, he chose a quite encouraging phrase, "My head is throbbing!" For his choice of words and his weak stomach, he earned a one-way ticket to be placed on the other side of the curtain while Fiona struggled for strength to push once more.

"Just one more!" Ginny encouraged.

"I can't!" Fiona whined after a weak attempt.

"Come on, Fiona!" She pushed, but the baby didn't budged. Fiona tried again, only causing herself to cry out in agony.

"Don't push. Relax," Ginny said calmly. Don't panic, she reminded herself as she felt around for something to be caught: an elbow, a foot, anything. Thankfully it was easy to spot; the shoulder blade was caught. "Got it! Shoulder blade's caught on the pubic bone." Fiona moaned as Ginny freed the blade.

"Alright, you can push now."

"I can't, I'm too tired!"

"Yes you can!"

"But I can't! I'm just a woman!"

"You think a man could do this?" Ginny fumed. "You think a man could pass a watermelon through a straw? You should've seen that one after he dislocated his knee." She gestured towards the curtain. "You can do this. One more push."

"Arghh!" Fiona cried as a new baby boy was brought into the world. Pink, wrinkled, and perfect with ten fingers and ten toes. He howled to beat the band, even as his mother coddled and cooed to him.

"What's the verdict?" Viktor asked through the curtain.

"It's a boy!" Ginny replied.

"Sounds like the start of a Calix dynasty!" Viktor exclaimed. Ginny seethed with anger. What did he mean by that? Would there not be a dynasty if the baby had been a girl? With all of the chauvinistic men she had dealt with that day, she regretted her aid in delivering the next generation of males to the species. Ginny continued about her work as if nothing were wrong. New mothers were jittery, and she was not about to upset her patient over something that had nothing to do with the patient. The healer was helping Fiona pick out a good name when a middle-aged man entered the room.

"Excuse me, what are you doing with my patient?" he said in a nasally voice.

Ginny rose from the bed and stood very close to the male healer in an intimidating fashion. "Sorry, didn't see your name on her," she said coolly. The red head strutted out of the room giving the healer and Viktor icy looks and making sure to slam the door on her way out. Unfortunately she ran straight into three more men: DiIanni, Dubeinko, and Malfoy.

"Hey, Gin, how's the baby?" DiIanni asked.

"It's a boy," she said.

"That's wonderful! We were just going to check on them for Calix," Dubeinko replied. "Surgery went very well and he's in recovery."

"Yea, Weasley, you missed out on an excellent surgery," Malfoy gloated.

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And that is how Ginny found herself with George, wondering why men couldn't be more like him. You could just wake them up for sex, and you'd never have to acknowledge them otherwise. The red head grinned at her nefarious thoughts. The idea of only having Blaise for sexual purposes sounded absolutely divine. At the moment, men were her least favorite people on earth. Most of the patients she had seen today were men. A woman chaser would not have swallowed a snitch because she would have been paying attention to where she was flying. A female healer would have been more understanding and would have let Ginny take the surgery. If Viktor was a woman, he would have been equally ecstatic had the baby been a girl. Wasn't the war cause by a very evil man? Ginny would have been fine if she never saw another male ever again, but of course, Viktor popped his head into George's room.

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Author's note: I hope every one enjoyed their holidays, and I'm sorry I couldn't get this chapter up sooner. I've been so busy lately with work, school, dance, and my boyfriend coming home from Louisiana that sitting down to write was at the bottom of my list. I wanted this chapter to be perfect (Alyssa does happy dance because it's finally up.)

From the last chapter I forgot to note some quotes: "I triple dog…" is from A Christmas Story. "Why is the rum gone?" is from Pirates (the first one).

This chapter: As anyone can see, it's my Grey's Anatomy chapter, since I'm a faithful fan hehe.

"Hey, Weasley, don't let the big boys boss you around in trauma and don't say 'please' and 'thank you' to the blood bank." That's a variation of a quote from ER, another show of which I am a faithful fan.

This was almost a memorial chapter for me. The one healer – DiIanni – is named after a friend of mine: Austin James DiIanni. He died October 11, 2006 in a car accident. He always wanted to be a doctor, so I thought I'd make him eternal in a role he was so fit to play. You're always in my heart buddy.

The next chapter is already under way, but it's a very pivotal chapter, so don't kill me if it takes awhile.