1x7 Pt 1
After the emotionally draining case with the female-diagnosed cancer patients, Dr. Mavis took a few days off to recoup. She had expected the case to be difficult, but it had taken a toll on her more than she anticipated. Now, returning to the hospital after her much-needed break, she found herself pulled into a week-long press conference.
As she walked into the bustling ward, she spotted April and Sarah cooing over a photo on their phones. Their faces were lit up with joy, and their bodies were close together, creating an aura of intimacy.
"Hey, you two." Mavis greeted them, her voice warm and welcoming. Maggie, who had been standing nearby, turned to join them.
"Hey, you're finally back!" the three of them exclaimed in unison.
"Yeah, but let's just go back to the photo," Mavis said with a smile, waving away their concerns. She didn't want to be bombarded with questions about how she was doing.
April giggled as she held up her phone to show Mavis a photo of baby Owen. "Oh, it's Natalie's son, Owen; he's just too adorable," she said, her eyes sparkling with fondness.
Mavis's face lit up as she gasped. "Natalie had her baby? Let me see him!" She leaned eagerly towards April's phone, her lips parted in anticipation.
April handed her phone to Mavis, and she immediately zoomed in on the photo. Baby Owen stared back at her, his big eyes wide and curious. He had a tiny button nose and a perfectly round head, with a tuft of soft, downy hair.
"Aww, he's definitely half Natalie," Mavis said, her voice filled with awe. "He's so cute."
Maggie, who had been standing nearby, peered over her shoulder at the photo. "Look at that," she said, pointing to the baby's long, dark eyelashes. "He got my eyelashes."
"You delivered him," April said with a laugh. "That doesn't give him your DNA."
"You'd be surprised," Maggie said, wiggling her fingers playfully. "The power of these hands."
Mavis smiled at Maggie's antics, but her eyes remained fixed on the photo of baby Owen. She felt a warm feeling in her chest. She was so happy for Natalie and her new son.
"Oh, Mavis, before you walk away," Maggie said, her voice hesitant. "Here. This guy kept calling for you while you were out. He left a few messages and told me to give you his number." She held out a sticky note with a phone number scrawled on it.
Mavis turned and walked over to Maggie. She took the paper from her hand and scanned it quickly. "Did he say his name?" she asked. her voice carefully neutral.
"Yeah," Maggie said. "He said his name was Lucas. Lucas Taylor."
Mavis's smile faded. She handed the paper back to Maggie. "You can just throw that out and delete every message he left," she said.
"Okay," Maggie said, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "But why? He seemed nice."
"He's not," Mavis said curtly. "If he calls again, just tell him you got the wrong hospital."
...
"Hey, Dr. Rhodes," Mavis greeted him, her voice warm and welcoming.
"Dr. Vega! Glad to see you back. We missed you," he said, his eyes lighting up with genuine pleasure.
"I missed you guys too," she smiled.
"How was the conference?" he asked, coming out of the elevator with a file in his hand.
"Incredible," she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "And boring."
He chuckled. "Glad to hear it."
"You and Dr. Zanetti were at the same conference, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, she's actually right over there if you want to talk to her," Mavis said, gesturing towards the other side of the room. She then turned to walk towards the elevators but stopped when she heard the incoming call.
"Heads up in the coming Traumas CFD called with a Plan 1." "Multi-victim car crash! Let's go!" Maggie announced, her voice ringing out through the emergency department.
Mavis turned back around and ran towards the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this could be a bad one.
"Nice," she muttered to herself, lowering her head and taking a deep breath. She was ready.
Mavis arrived at the entrance just as the first two victims were being wheeled in on gurneys. The paramedics were talking quickly to the doctors and nurses, giving them a rundown of the patient's condition.
"Walter Blevins," one of the paramedics said. "53 years old. Multiple blunt force trauma."
"Dr. Vega, treatment one," Maggie said, pointing to an empty room.
Mavis nodded and headed towards the room, gloving up as she went. Maggie and the paramedics rotated the gurney and brought Mr. Blevins inside. Mavis moved to the other side of the bed, her eyes scanning his body for any obvious injuries.
Mavis leaned over the gurney, her eyes focused on Walter Blevins. "What happened?" she asked, her voice calm and professional.
"He was driving the car that they just brought in," the paramedic explained. "A stolen car."
Mavis nodded. "On my count," she said, glancing at Maggie and Sean Roman, the police officer who was standing nearby. "One, two, three... transfer."
They carefully lifted Walter onto the bed and lowered him down gently. Mavis placed her stethoscope around her neck and leaned over him again, listening to his heart and lungs.
"Airways intact," she said. "Let's get him off the backboard."
Mavis took her stethoscope from around her neck and placed it on Mr. Blevins's chest. "Mr. Blevins, we're going to roll you onto your right side," she said. "Can you cooperate?"
Mr. Blevins nodded weakly.
"I need you to take these handcuffs off," Mavis said, turning to Sean Roman, the responding officer.
Roman hesitated. "He carjacked a woman at gunpoint," he said. "50 yards from me and my partner. Led us on a high-speed chase before hitting that couple. This guy is dangerous."
"I'll take my chances," Mavis said. "He's also my patient. I can't treat him properly until the cuffs are off."
Roman sighed All right, and he unlocked the handcuffs.
Mavis turned back to Mr. Blevins. "Okay, Mr. Blevins, here we go." She and Dr. Reese gently rolled him onto his right side.
Mr. Blevins looked up at Mavis, his eyes filled with pain and regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Mavis nodded. "I understand," she said. "We're going to take care of you."
Mavis began to examine Mr. Blevins more thoroughly. She palpated his ribs and abdomen, checking for tenderness or swelling. She also assessed his neurological status, testing his strength, reflexes, and sensation.
"Oh, Dr. Vega, his arm," Dr. Reese said, pointing to a deep wound on Mr. Blevins's forearm.
Mavis lifted his arm and examined the wound. "All right," she said. "That's likely a two-bone forearm fracture. Let's get an x-ray."
...
Mavis was engrossed in her patient charts when Maggie approached her. "Hey, Dr. Vega," she said.
Mavis looked up; her eyes narrowed. "Yeah?"
"So about Lucas... he just called again." Maggie hesitated, sensing the tension in Mavis's jaw.
Mavis's grip on her pen tightened. "And I asked you to either ignore it or tell him he had the wrong hospital."
"Yeah, about that..." Maggie trailed off, her gaze darting to the waiting room. "He's actually here. Wants to talk to you."
Mavis's pen slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. She stared at Maggie in disbelief.
"You want us to tell him you're not in today?" Maggie asked, concern etched on her brow.
Mavis shook her head, her voice trembling slightly. "No, it's alright. Since he's clearly never going to go away, I'll just handle it now."
"Do you want security on standby?" Maggie asked.
Mavis shook her head again. She had decided to take whatever it was that he wanted right away. She didn't want to escalate the situation by involving security. With a deep breath, Mavis gathered her composure.
Sarah approached her, holding Mr. Blevins's x-ray results. "Hey, Dr. Vega-"
Mavis cut her off. "Hey, Dr. Halstead," she called out to Will, who was walking by.
Will turned to face her. "Can you take over, Mr. Blevins, for me?" she asked, her voice strained. "Just for now. I have something I have to take care of."
Will's eyes widened. "Yeah, no problem," he said slowly. "Is everything alright?"
Mavis didn't answer. She was already speed-walking towards the waiting room, her heart pounding in her chest.
Entering the waiting room, she saw Lucas Taylor, her ex-boyfriend from high school. one person she didn't want to see again. and of course, he just had to be arguing with the receptionist at the front desk in the waiting room.
Lucas called out his name, crossing her arms over her chest as she approached him. He looked up from the lady at the desk, and his eyes met Mavis's.
There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes before a smirk formed on his lips. Mavis, you look really good, he said as he turned to face.
Mavis couldn't help but roll her eyes at his attempt to flatter her. She mustered a polite smile and replied, "Thanks, Lucas. Can we please focus on why we're both here? I'm not here for small talk."
Lucas chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Of course, Mavis. You're clearly as feisty as ever, he said." Let's talk important, it's important he said.
Mavis raised an eyebrow, skeptical of Lucas's sudden change in tone. "Alright," she said cautiously, "but make it quick. I have other things to attend to." She followed Lucas outside, curious about what he had to say.
Outside, he turned around, his face contorting into a sneer. He snatched the document folder from his jacket pocket and hurled it at her. Mavis caught it by surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly scanned its contents, her eyes widening in horror.
He rubbed his temples, his frustration palpable. "Why the hell is the first thing I receive after getting out a no-contact order?" he yelled, his voice like venom. Mavis flinched at the intensity of his anger. She could sense the tension radiating from him, and her heart went out to him. She cautiously approached him, her eyes filled with concern.
As she studied the document folder, she noticed a familiar name on the order, and her stomach sank. She could feel the heat of his anger radiating off of him in waves. She cautiously approached him, her palms sweating. "Look," she said gently, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm so sorry, but there wasn't anything I could do." She understood his anger, and she felt terrible. Mavis knew that the situation was beyond her control.
He turned to face her, his eyes burning with fury. "That's crap!" he roared. "Why the hell do I have a no-contact order with my kid? In fact, our son—"
A/N: Finally the next chapter has been released. I'm sorry It took so long for me to update this story. It's just at the time I didn't have the motivation to write for it. every time I sat down to work on instantly didn't feel like writing. But the story is back So I hope you all do enjoy this chapter.