Based on scenes from 15x08 in a 'how can I make this about April?' way.

"Do you see yourself? I told you not to go outside in that mess!"

"Do you see me? How about some sympathy? And stop shouting! Nobody can hear themselves think with you in here. Can someone please check my ears for years of damage?"

"So, you two are married then?" Jackson asks, feeling rather amused by the whole exchange. They were certainly living up to the 'fighting like an old married couple' stereotype. A part of him couldn't help but be reminded of a time when it was his on the other end of a women's rage, for saving a child from a burning bus under similar circumstances. That had certainly been an eventful evening.

"Decreased breath sounds on the right." Owen states, checking his breath sounds with a stethoscope.

"He's got a small pneumo." Teddy confirms.

"We were having a fight."

"Which he started!"

"So, I went outside to get away from her."

"Which is all he ever does."

"And I slammed the front door on her perfectly. Rivalled the Great Door Slam on 1987." Jackson can't help but smirk again as the elderly man recounts the story whilst he tends to one of his wounds. He could always count on a storm to keep his job interesting, "And then...someone's mailbox slammed into our sycamore. But I couldn't undo that door slam, so...I took a walk."

"Like an idiot!"

"I can't tell if there's a pericardial infusion."

He remains concentrated despite the arguing, focusing on the task at hand, "I'm getting a pulse in the neck but I'm worried about an underlying injury."

"So, I'm standing in front of the Hoffman's house, when their stupid Christmas decorations caught the wind, and ta-da! I should be in Santa's workshop."

They continue checking him over for a short while, before Owen excuses himself to tend to Betty. The wife continues yelling at him once they're ready to wheel him down to the operating room, and both Jackson and Teddy can't help but feel relieved when they make it inside and direct her to the waiting room. Owen soon returns whilst they're scrubbing in, and they're all grateful to work and hear themselves think again.

The surgery goes well, and Jackson seeks out the wife later when his patient has been moved to a recovery room. Its always a relief when they get a good outcome and are able to tell the family that, he thinks.

"Louie's fine? He was an appetiser on a festive toothpick!"

"Yes, and surprisingly, nothing vital was pierced. He needs to rest. Okay? Stay quiet for several weeks or so."

The wife lets out a breath of relief, feeling the need to explain herself. "I know it sounds like we hate each other, the way we go at it, but I have loved him everyday of the 45 years we've been together. But still, thats 45 years of marriage. I mean, we would've never made it without fighting."

Jackson finds himself softening as he listens, and something inside of him stirs as he thinks about her words, reminded of a time not so long ago when he was fighting just like that with April. At the time, it had seemed relentless and never-ending, like they were going through the motions and nothing was ever going to be resolved, but now? Now he'd give anything to have that back if it meant that he could be in her and Harriet's lives everyday - if he hadn't had to watch her remarry Matthew and convince himself that he was happy for them. If only he'd fought harder and given up a little less...maybe that could've been them when they were old and grey. Now it was just a pipe dream, he thought, and he was stuck trying to navigate his relationship with Maggie, who didn't fully understand it (or anything that he'd been going through lately, for that matter).

"Louie, he likes a dramatic exit, but...he scared me half to death today, because...because you see, he always comes back. No matter the fight, he would...he would come back. Thank you."

He nods, moving out of the way to let her in the room, and feels the corners of his eyes prick with emotion as the man's wife sits down beside him and holds his hand in hers. That had been him, not so long ago - except with much more anxiety and uncertainty as he begged her and God to let April wake up. He lets out a breath, blinking a few times in an attempt to compose himself again, before excusing himself.