"I want back on Ortho, Dr Torres is bad ass, I can't believe Dr Robbins wouldn't let me have my shift with her, we could have bonded", Wilson was sulking, Edwards not sympathetic to her fellow resident's plight.
"Why didn't you go all, what was it? "Bad ass" and kick one of the other attendings out? Like I don't know, Karev?"
Wilson stewed, why hadn't she? She did want a day time shift, but she'd have settled for anything, she wanted on Callie's service, she should have pushed more. She will push more. Edwards smirked at Wilson's lack of explanation; her point was made.
The residents (village members pending?) made their way to the pit. The former was scheduled to scrub in on an endoscopic endonasal surgery later that day but was always keen to learn, so decided to tag onto cases and listen, even if not to diagnose or be their doctor. The latter just wanted some action; she was on Hunt's service today.
"… I mean maybe I could send her flowers? To say I miss her? Or is that too… stalkery? Or do you think someone like Callie Torres even likes flowers? Do you think I should send her something bone related? Like a toy skeleton? I me- ouch, what the hell!"
A tight-fisted grip to her bicep stopped the rambling brunette in her stride, Edwards was holding on tight, her face indicating like she'd seen a ghost.
"What the hell woman, what are you do-"
"That's him", the neuro-godess-in-waiting didn't shift her eyes from the man who was somewhat nervously pacing up and down the floor. It didn't look like he was with anyone, nor was he near a bed to indicate he was a patient, and he certainly wasn't an EMT, nurse, or anyone else who should be roaming the pit.
"Who?" Wilson tried to free herself of the grip, but it was vice like. Damn woman.
"Th- the one who hit Call- Dr Torres, Simon, he's there, look."
Jo raised her head and squinted.
It was.
It was Simon.
In their pit, awkwardly pacing, with no signs of obvious injuries. Any dried-on blood would have easily been washed off by now and they were too far away to see if there were bruises present on his knuckles or face.
"Wh- what do we do? Do we call security? What if he leaves?" Wilson was good under pressure, she had thrived under Meredith Grey, but this was different.
"The Chief told us we had to alert them, so erm, I'll go find someone, or you can, and I'll stay here and keep an eye on him, or you can, or- or-" Edwards was stumped and conflicted, very out of character, Amelia had installed her superwoman confidence in her during surgery, but not this type of situation.
Then it hit them.
Well, not it, it hit Simon.
Well, no… it didn't hit Simon, Owen did.
Okay okay, Owen basically tackled Simon to the ground.
Dr Hunt was in the house.
"WILSON, EDWARDS, CALL SECURTY", the trauma surgeon had near enough speared the accountant and currently had his left arm twisted against his back and knee firmly on his coccyx, he wasn't moving.
"Yes Dr Hunt!" Edwards span round leaving a wide-eyed Wilson looking at the scene ahead of her.
"What's happened? What's the commotion abo- is that him?!"
Dr Yang was now in the house.
"Err yeah", Jo replied, we think so, Dr Hunt is clearly sure, Steph just went to get security."
"Pfft, why?" Yang's demeanour changed, "we got him right where we want him."
"He's at a good level for kicking."
Dr Avery had clearly finished with his patient, or left them mid-stitch, but that wasn't important right now.
With the assailant firmly pinned, Owen knew he had to rein in the mob. "Guys, just call, page, run, or whatever to security and call the police, let them do their jobs, and we'll do ours. No vigilante stuff, I outrank you all, these are orders and not requests, got it?"
"Says the man who took him out physically when he wasn't posing a threat", Avery pointed out, but was met with a Cristina glare, "not that he didn't deserve it", he quickly recovered.
"Yeah well, as Callie's friend and head of trauma, I'm allowed to."
Wilson started, "are you excusing physically taking down a man-"
"…he ain't no man", Yang was quick.
"-by pulling rank?"
Owen raised his eyebrows and left out a satisfied smirk, "yeah."
Security arrived not long after, they were never too far away from the pit. Edwards had managed to track them down in record time and call the police. Whilst her fellow surgeons were all foaming at the mouth for revenge, she kept her head. Someone had to.
Apart from the odd grunt and squeal (which Owen took great delight in inflicting), the man everyone was gunning for had remained silent. Knowing Callie worked here, he assumed they knew and probably even saw her, so didn't matter what he said. They were all ready to go for him whilst pinned down and quiet, loose and mouthing off? Even he wasn't that stupid. Then again, he's the one who went to the hospital the woman he attacked worked at so… yeah.
That said, he went after Callie Torres, so let's take that last statement back. He also went to the hospital where she worked… Okay, idiot had a new dictionary definition - 'Simon Johnson'. He was unceremoniously dragged away to where they assumed would be the main lobby, to await police presence, they couldn't keep him in the pit.
Trying her best to sound threatening (but failing), Wilson attempted to fire off 'warning shots' as he was being carted away. "Yeah you better hope I don't see you again, I will punch your face in your… face. With my hands, fists, your face meet my fists. Yeah you better run… mister. Show your face here again and I'll- I'll, punch you in the face!"
She was kinda proud, but also, not so much.
The action of a grown man tackling another in a hospital had not gone unnoticed by patients, who has been gawking at the sight since. When he noticed the confused and scared looks in his direction, Owen turned bright red, and considering his Scottish heritage, it was very prominent. He had been up right and on his feet for a while, but his stance stiffened. He had to go back to doctor mode and not revenge hungry psychopathic mode (he should leave that to Dr Robbins) "everyone err, can we all get back to our patients please, the shows over, the guys been caught, we no longer need to be on high alert."
"I've not seen a spear like that since the Undertaker took out Kane, nice one Dr Hunt."
Embarrassed, but proud at the same time, Owen thanked his plastics attending, "thanks Avery, but for now let's keep this between ourselves-"
"…and 50 patients and nurses" Yang was on fire.
"Don't worry", Avery interjected, "if the Chief asks, we'll say he was coming for you."
"…from the opposite side of the pit-"
"Okay thank you Cristina", he knew he'd be in trouble, "if you could all go back to your patients, I'll speak to the Chief and go from there."
The doctors went back to… being doctors… whilst Owen straightened his tie and made his way to the elevator, he needed some time to cool down and gather his thoughts. Whilst arguably not as close to Callie as Arizona, Cristina, Meredith, Bailey, Karev… Okay that's a lot of people, he had worked side-by-side with her during their Veterans Project.
Her artificial cartilage, ability to adapt prosthetics to fit each individuals' circumstances - bone density, amputation point, muscle strength, brain function, nerve sense, weight, mental state, weight and a plethora of other things, had given Veterans their lives back. It might sound like the service all amputees receive (or should receive) but in reality, it wasn't. Callie was meticulous in her approach and add to that the Metallurgy degree she had obtained; she really was a god.
She knew understanding more about metals was going to be imperative in extending her project, so using the 'Torres Method' she kicked that exam's butt and got her qualification. Different metals had different properties, both negative and positive for prosthetics. She was the first who really identified that the type of metal used, the type of alloys etc, would also be key in aiding someone's recovery and enabling them to live their life to the fullest way possible. No single body was the same. He still remembered her Harper Avery speech, it was… unique. He smiled at the memory.
Cost was always the biggest hurdle, but if the rumours about some professional contracts for the hospital were true, the revenue it would bring in? The publicity? Callie Torres would be the golden girl.
Unsure if it was his place, but wanted to give the ortho surgeon some reassurances, he got out his phone and sent off a text.
Hunt: Hey Callie, hope you're okay, just to say Simon came to the hospital but was carted away by security. The police were called so he should be in police custody now. Let me know if you need anything.
Replacing the phone in his pocket, he was happy the guy was off the streets, but grimaced when thinking his fate once the Chief found out he had tackled a civilian in the middle of the hospital.