#dr McSteamy

[waldeckeration]

 Why are you all looking at me?

Well, this is familiar territory for you.

There is nothing familiar about this. Unfamiliar. He died. The man she loves, died.

Yeah, but you're all dark and twisty inside.

Dark and twisty?

 Well, your mother with the Alzheimer's thing, and the father you don't talk to.

 And the tequila thing, and the inappropriate men thing.

[G]Rey's Anatomy (2005-)

[ayyy-pee]

PLEASE!!! Bunny, I love this so much and feel like you hit the nail on the head with each and everyone one of the students. ESPECIALLY Nobara. I could absolutely see her loving trauma, but also she loves to meet up with Inumaki after work to get her nosy fix of mental problems. Invasive in all aspects LOL

Also wanted to be a surgeon growing up but math was my mortal enemy so I took the psych route but only got my bachelors in Psych. Didn't try for med school but if I had, I'd absolutely go for psychiatry but only because I'm a nosy ass bitch!

JUJUTSU KAISEN’S ANATOMY

Part II of this cute lil ask right here

A/N: Shit. You just graduated med school. And today…people expect you to…doctor? Mom come pick us up, we’re SCARED (real thought on my first day of residency).

S/N: Meet your first year surgical residency class. Undifferentiated little stem cells. The bottom of the surgical food chain. First shift last 36 hours and you work every second night until you drop. 

All you know is that you like to cut. Where/what/how that cutting comes will be decided later. Everyone has an idea of their subspecialty but…shit happens, preferences change and sometimes the spleen just bleeds for no fucking reason at 4 am when you’ve gotten 30 minutes of sleep in the last 3 days and you have to—what? Sorry. Forgive me. 

Let’s get into it.

For the love of God, interns — pick up your pagers. 

SURGICAL INTERNS ON CALL

Dr. Yuji Itadori 

Specialty Interest: ORTHOPEDIC SURGERY 

Don’t tell Dr. Sukuna about this but who here is shocked. This sack of muscles THROWS SUVS AT HIS MORTAL ENEMIES ON A RANDOM TUESDAY NIGHT??? Please???? He also does shit like watch Wormo-Man parts I-V and this is peak orthopod behavior. Yuji definitely has contests with his patients on rounds who can crush the cranberry juice or protein shakes the fastest. Spoiler, he always lets the patient win.

Everyone thinks he’s just joking around but it’s his way of getting post op patients to get their nutrition in. He’s a very thoughtful doctor, even though people assume he’s no thoughts just vibes between his eyes. 

Dr. Megumi Fushiguro

Specialty Interest: HAND SURGERY (can be achieved via Ortho or plastics)

Hand surgeons are a different BREED. Do me a favor and google “hand anatomy.” Not only will you find like 400 bones, there are 7,000 tiny tendons, lumbricals, digital arteries, veins and nerves all packed into the little mitts we take for granted. And to add insult to injury — all of the muscles and tendons are in latin. Like whoever decided that please take your seat on this one way train to hell :)

Nevertheless, Dr. Geto spotted Dr. Fushiguro on day ONE of intern year. How meticulous and neat he is. How intelligent he is in the O.R. As an intern, Megumi broke the record for the fastest carpal tunnel release for residents (4 minutes, 35 seconds — not faster than mine though, 3 mins, 52 seconds over here big dawg). Suguru is Megumi’s mentor within the first week. Two peas in one moody brunette, pod. 

Dr. Nobara Kugisaki

Specialty Interest: TRAUMA SURGERY 

Nobara is 100% resistant to the Satoru Gojo, MD charm. Unlike the rest of the residents, she isn’t squeezing into Dr. Gojo’s trauma ORs just to graze his gloved hand with theirs. Or make eyes over the surgical masks. No, Nobara did her first cricothyrotomy and became HOOKED. The day she had to climb on the gurney to tie off a patient’s external jugulars because after coding and ROSC (return of spontaneous circulation) they were SPURTING out of the large pipes in their neck — she was sold. Trauma surgery through and through.

Real story btw. It was insane. Whirlwind of a day from the trauma bay to the OR to the ice cream we all scarfed down after because we won that day. And you don’t win every day. So the days you get to tell the Angel of Death to fuck off, you savor them. 

Dr. Maki Zenin 

Specialty Interest: VASCULAR SURGERY 

Little known fact about vascular surgeons is that they are gangster as fuck. Hear me out. They like the blood PAPER thin, right? Small, rusty pipes need to get fluid through, so thin the fluid out as much as possible. Meaning patients are on aspirin, lovenox, heparin, and every other anticoagulant known to man.

Everyone else with a working amygdala is scared to DEATH of these patients bleeding because you look at them sideways and suddenly hemorrhage everywhere. Not vascular surgeons and not Maki Zenin. “Aorta ruptured..? No prob, just sew it up with a couple stitches. What—like it’s hard?” - Every Vascular Surgeon ever. Maki just gives unhinged-unbothered-let-them-bleed energy to me. Plus vascular surgeons do all of the amputations. Maki is doing that with her cursed tools and scrubbing in with hand sanitizer only. Period.

Dr. Yuta Okkotsu

Specialty Interest: TRANSPLANT SURGERY 

The OG lover boy is NO different in this AU. He is sentimental. He cries with patients. Dr. Nanami met him during the first month of his residency and immediately took him under his wing. Yuta is always the last to leave the anatomy lab, making sure to stitch the donors completely closed — even though no one will see. When asked why he spends hours post call doing it, he says: “Because they deserve respect until the very end.” Nanami And Yuta are a perfect match. After Yuta’s first liver transplant, Nanami takes him to the same hill he lays on by the airport. They both say goodbye to the donor together. 

Dr. Toge Inumaki

Specialty Interest: ….he switched to PSYCHIATRY, still tight with the surgical interns though.

Hello, please this is also obvious. Inumaki is the only one in the group who can listen intently for hours without interruptions lmao. He saw that aggressive surgery shit and said absolutely not I’ll take my talents ELSEWHERE 😂

And you know, funnily enough, a good majority of surgeons ALSO were torn between picking surg vs psychiatry. My mentor told me that its because its as invasive, just without the scalpel. The rest of us meatheads just like the scalpel a little too much to put it down. 

Panda:

Specialty Interest: N/A

He is the hospital emotional support animal. 

E/N: Alright interns. Do your best not to kill anyone. And if your chief resident (me) is sleeping, don’t page me. And if you do page me the patient better be knocking on heaven’s gates. And if they are knocking on heaven’s gates, they better not have crossed into the bright light before I get there. 

Real E/N: Kidding. I am so full of shit lol. I am the senior that brings my juniors cafecitos and treats and takes their pager to let them get some well deserved rest. 

Don’t be late to your OR cases, Shoo!

[hoonigiris]

JEALOUSY

p. sunghoon x f!reader

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just silly shenanigans from a chronically jealous guy (he can’t help it he was born this way, just check his birth chart!!!)

“i think i need to lock you up.”

you slide your eyes over to him, exasperated. “what…”

sunghoon mutters under his breath, nodding seriously as he repeats the idea in his head until it sounds more plausible than insane. “yeah…” and then again, softer, “yeah…”

“nurse,” you call out to the empty air, “he’s out again.”

he looks at you gravely, shaking his head. “i think it needs to be done. for the greater good.”

“what am i, rapunzel?”

sunghoon opens his mouth to retort, but the image of you as a princess in that pretty, purple dress has him sidetracked and pondering. “that would be a good couple costume this year—flynn and rapunzel.”

“personally, i was thinking more rapunzel and mother gothel.”

the dreamy look in his eye drops almost immediately, suddenly remembering the reason he burst into the living room in the first place. whatever it was, nothing was worth interrupting you in the middle of a grey’s anatomy episode.

sunghoon moves in front of the tv, feet planted and stance determined. you crane your neck to the side to catch a better look of the screen. “can you move? dr. mcsteamy is in this scene and he’s extra hot this season.”

“wh—listen!”

you roll your eyes, pausing the show. “yes?”

“i’m serious!”

“about mother gothel?”

“about locking you up!”

you tilt your head, innocent. “isn’t that what i just said?”

sunghoon groans loudly, running a hand through his hair and squeezing his eyes shut to fight off an incoming headache. you’d almost feel bad for making his life harder if the threat of imminent captivity wasn’t looming over your head.

but he’s your boyfriend, and he’s obnoxious, and you love him anyway, so you toss the remote on the couch cushion next to you and you give him a smidge of what he wants. you like to call it a pity crumb.

"ok fine, i'll stop teasing," you relent, leaning into the couch with an amused glint in your eye. "why am i under arrest and why is it for the greater good?"

you have some vague idea, of course. any time sunghoon acts like this, the reasoning always lands somewhere around him being jealous, which, as frequent as it comes, is something you’ve learned to take in stride. play dumb, laugh at his antics, give him a kiss, and everything settles back to normal.

the reasoning tended to differ each time, enough to consider creating an encyclopedia page to study from, so you like to make it a game of sorts, to see if you can guess it correctly before he tells you. it’s the closest thing you’ll ever get to the thrill of being on an episode of jeopardy, so you like to relish in the challenge while you can. topic: things that make sunghoon jealous, for 500.

“you’re too…” sunghoon starts, taking you out of your proverbial podium and back to the couch, dr. mcsteamy and mcdreamy blocked behind him. he narrows his eyes, searching for the right word. “unassuming.”

“unassuming,” you repeat, bemused.

"yes." sunghoon knits his brows together, tortured at even the thought. "why else would you have come home with a coffee. from another man."

you look at him quizzically, and then remember how this morning, your classmate who you kept running into every morning at your local cafe offered to buy your drink. you'd accepted, of course; who were you to deny a perfectly innocent gift?

"oh please," you roll your eyes. "he was just being nice! besides, i'm sure he just did it since i helped him finish his lab report on time the other week."

sunghoon frowns. "he was hitting on you. he has motive."

you stare up at him with big, innocent eyes, like a defendant in front of the jury. "how could you ask me to look a gift horse in the mouth... especially when the horse had a cinnamon honey latte."

"because the horse wants to eat you!"

"but it was free!"

sunghoon whips out his phone, tapping a few times, and a ding! sounds from your own phone on the coffee table. you glance over, and try not to laugh.

VENMO sunghoon paid you $6.00 - 😐

"there," he huffs. "if you want free coffee, i'll pay for it from now on, okay?"

you eye him, amused. "if i say yes, will you free me from my predestined shackles?"

he opens his mouth and you can tell by his expression he's about to get started again, so you rescind yourself quickly. "okay, okay. consider it done."

it's sweet, in some way, to have him care this much, even if he makes such a big fuss about it. there's something in his gaze that bleeds earnestness, even through the indignancy, that makes you want to peel him back more. jealousy is an ugly beast, even if you think it looks cute and amusing on him, and often you wonder if it consumes him, if he allows it to lead his thoughts astray.

(it was so easy to fall for you—he couldn’t blame others for doing the same. and if you ended up leaving him for someone else then—well. sunghoon tries to stop it before he gets to that point.)

"hoon," you call gently, and he physically softens at the nickname. you wonder how one word can mean so many things—my love, my heart, my home. all yours. "you know i love you, right?"

he flushes at the sudden confession, ears turning scarlet. and then quietly, sincerely, he mumbles, “i love you too.” perhaps that’s the secret, the reason you can be so flippant about everything, suspiciously free coffee and all.

at the end of the end of the day, you’ll always be his, too.

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Hot Buns

A random snippet into the lives of Annalise & Mark Sloan. Technically a part 2.5? Let me know what you think & thank you for reading 🤗

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: allusions to smut but no actual smut, sickeningly sweet fluff

To anyone who didn’t know Mark Sloan or Annalise Grey-Sloan, life at Seattle Grace was the same as it had been for the past few months. The ex-couple decided to give their relationship a try once more, with Annalise having gone so far as forgiving Mark and allowing him to take her out on a few dates.

No one picked up on the innocent flirting between the two; the looks and giggles shared, the secret touches whenever they stood in the same vicinity. No one had ANY idea of their little rendezvous in the on call rooms. Or at least, that’s what Mark and Annalise thought.

“So are they going to eye fuck each other the entire time or are we going to actually learn something today?” Alex Karev grunted, standing off to the side as Mark and Annalise “discussed” the case they were working on together. Cristina and Meredith rolled their eyes at him.

“Well I for one think it’s great that they’re speaking again. Little Jolie deserves to have both of her parents happy,” Meredith shrugged, smiling to herself at the sound of her sister’s giggle at whatever the “plastics God” said to her.

“I agree with Mer. A less angry Annalise means more surgeries for me to scrub in on. So if McSteamy wants to McGet-It-On with her, I’m all for it. I’ll even buy her condoms if she wants,” Cristina said cheerfully, not noticing the power couple creeping up behind her. Annalise cleared her throat.

“Well thank you for that, Dr Yang. I’ll keep that in mind. Are we good to start rounds or would you prefer I gave you details on which condoms I prefer for your future reference?” The brunette asked, an eyebrow raised playfully at Cristina and her sister. Annalise didn’t care about what was said about her when it came from friends, and she loved to torment interns as much as she could. Cristina had enough sense to blush and look away while Alex snickered before Mark called out to him.

“Oi, Karev! Let’s get a move on, these patients won’t heal themselves!” He barked, making his way down the hall but not before winking at Annalise.

Anna smiled, and rolled her eyes playfully at the intern who immediately followed after Mark. Her smile lingered a little too long on his retreating form, and when she turned back to Meredith and Christina, she couldn’t escape their teasing smirks.

“Wipe those grins off your faces,” Annalise scoffed, walking around them and doing her best to ignore the heat trying to creep up her face.

“Well you two look close,” Meredith teased, her signature smile on her face. Christina snorted in agreement.

“Close is an understatement. Sloan’s one step away from sticking his tongue down her throat with every passing longing glance,” she said dramatically as they stopped outside the patient’s room. Anna genuinely laughed at that, resulting in the patient, Mark and Alex to look over at the three doctors who stood by the door.

“Sorry Mrs Sheffield, I’m Doctor Grey-Sloan. These are my interns, Doctor Grey and Doctor Yang. I’ll be assisting Doctor Sloan with your procedure. I’ll be in charge of making sure your heart doesn’t give out while Doctor Sloan works on the external repairs on your abdomen while removing that superficial tumor and patching you up as good as new. I promise you, you’re in great hands,” Annalise reassured the patient gently, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. The older woman smiled back kindly and looked between Annalise and Mark, the latter already standing off to the side and prepping a game plan with Karev.

“You said your name was Grey-Sloan? Any relation to the stud?” Mrs Sheffield nodded towards Mark unabashedly, her voice hushed. Anna’s smile widened.

“Mhmm, he’s my husband.”

“Oh you’re one lucky girl. If I were 30 years younger I’d be climbing him like a tree. Do you see the buns on him? Oh the way I’d like to give’em a quick squeeze,” Mrs Sheffield went on, her voice not as hushed as she thought. Annalise chucked and noticed the tips of Mark’s ears slowly turning a light shade of red.

“Alright Mrs Sheffield, let’s keep that heart rate down,” Annalise teased. “We’ll be back later to get you prepped for surgery. In the meantime, Grey, please make sure we have an OR booked and Yang, please get Mrs Sheffield ready with the pre-surgical team. Karev, please follow up with pathology one final time about Mrs Sheffield’s most recent blood tests so we can confirm we’re good to start on time. ”

Christina, Meredith and Alex nodded and stepped out of the room to get started on their tasks immediately. Before Anna could make it out the door however, she heard Mark yelp. She turned around and found Mark rubbing his backside as he scurried out of the room, Mrs Sheffield winking at her and smirking to herself while rubbing her hands together. “I’ve still got it!” She cheered, and Mark pulled a tittering Annalise out the door with him.

“That was not funny, I feel violated and objectified,” Mark whined, his grip gentle on Annalise’s elbow, pulling her with him down the hall and around the corner. Anna’s chuckles broke into a full on belly laugh at Mark’s flushed face. They stopped walking, and Anna used the wall behind her as support while she laughed.

“You should have seen your face!” She giggled. Mark, who was thoroughly embarrassed, found his gaze softening at the sight of his wife laughing wholeheartedly. And yes while it was at his expense, he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. He rolled his eyes, playfully annoyed, a smile playing on his lips as her own giggles were infectious.

“Are you done?” He asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.

Anna did her best to stop laughing, biting her lip and looking up at Mark with a somewhat innocent expression. Mark felt his heart flutter at the sight of her.

“I’m good, I’m good. God it’s been so long since I laughed like that,” she sighed, smiling brightly. Mark smiled back and shook his head.

“Yeah, and it took me being assaulted by an elderly woman squeezing my ass for you to laugh that hard. You’re welcome,” Mark sassed. Annalise quirked an eyebrow teasingly at him.

“You weren’t complaining when I was the one squeezing your ass in the on call room earlier…” she said, lowering her voice as she looked up at him coyly, daring him to play along.

Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before he immediately collected himself and reacted accordingly, smirking while bringing his right arm up and above Anna, bracing it on the wall behind her. His other arm reached towards her, his hand engulfing her waist as he stepped closer to her, caging her between the wall and himself. What Mark didn’t do, however, was check to see if the coast was clear before speaking; his voice taking on a more deep and gravelly tone.

“Well, I am a gentleman. Who am I to deny my woman from grabbing my ass when she’s down on her knees for me with her mouth wrapped around my—“

“AH-DONT YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE MARK SLOAN,” an incredulous voice spoke up and both doctors jumped apart at the sound of Miranda Bailey.

“This is a god damn hospital, not a whore house, keep that kind of talk OUT of the halls! What is wrong with people today, talking nasty while I’m trying to my damn job,” Miranda muttered to herself as she continued her way down the hall, glaring at the couple.

Mark and Annalise took one look at each other and cracked up at the hilarity of it all.

“I can see why the interns call her the Nazi,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest again. Annalise nodded and continued to watch Doctor Bailey make her way down the hall, before she turned back to glare at them once more before she turned the corner.

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[fan-goddess]

Who the hell needs Greys Anatomy and mcsteamy, when I can have Dr Targaryen making me cum 5 times??? Please tag me in the next parts I need Dr Sexy more!!!!

Girl In The Bar (modern hospital AU)

Do No Harm part 1 || masterlist || next part

pairing: doctor!Aemond Targaryen x doctor!Reader

summary: Your internship begins at Citadel General Hospital. But your first day does not go according to plan as a familiar face appears.

word count: 4.3k

note: here we go! my little celebration piece, the beginning of a new AU/mini-series! thank you so so much for all the love and support ❤️

warnings below the cut!

warnings: medical terminology, stitches/sutures, mentions of blood, concussions, nausea, referencing spicy times but nothing explicit in this chapter

disclaimer: yall, I am not a doctor, I am simply a Grey's Anatomy stan. If something is off or incorrect please just suspend your disbelief! I am trying my best to make it as accurate as possible but its just for fun!!

dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

You’d been preparing for this. That’s what you keep telling yourself as you stand outside the doors of Citadel General Hospital. Four grueling years of med school weren’t for nothing. Your heart beats steadily, only slightly quicker than usual as you take a deep breath to steady yourself. 

You can’t help but stare up at the large building in front of you, watching the sunlight reflect off of the many windows, obscuring the view of the occupants inside.

“Are you going in?” a girl says sliding up beside you, curly brown hair flowing freely around her face. She gives you a crooked smile, tilting her chin to signal you inside. There’s a faded scar across the bridge of her nose along with a dusting of freckles. 

“Can’t believe it’s the first day,” she sighs as the doors open and you follow her inside, “We met at the intern mixer briefly.”

The mixer was held a few weeks ago. You'd met most of the other medical interns and gotten a tour of the hospital. CGH is massive; it’ll take time to learn the lay of the land. You follow her down the hall towards the intern locker rooms. Scrubs wait for you and you hurriedly begin to change into them. Nettles scoops her hair into a large bun on top of her head, wrapping a scrunchie around the mess of curls. 

“Right,” you say, nodding as you remember her, “It’s Annette, right?”

“Nettles,” she corrects, “Family nickname. Though from what I’ve heard, they barely refer to us by our first names.”

“That’s correct,” a guy says, throwing on his scrub top, “Be prepared to change your name to whatever your last name is.”

The guy glances at you, cheeks flushing. He rubs his dark curls out of his eyes, adjusting his light blue scrub top before extending his hand for you to shake.

“Jace Velaryon,” he introduces, squeezing your hand, “Or just Velaryon I guess.”

“Do you know who your resident is yet?” you ask, just as a woman in dark blue scrubs enters the room. Her red hair is held behind a scrub cap decorated with silver eagles. She holds a clipboard tightly in her hands, tapping a pen against the metal.

“Velaryon, Waters, Martell, Snow, and…” she pauses, before reading your last name, “You five. Baratheon will meet you at the nurses' station. Three minutes.” 

You hurriedly lace your sneakers as a locker from across the room slams shut. A woman with long ink-black hair elegantly plaited down her back hurries forward. 

“Thank you Dr. Arryn,” she calls, as the woman leaves the room.

Another young woman hurries from around the corner of lockers, struggling to pull her thick brown hair into a ponytail, “She didn’t say Baratheon, did she?” she asks, as her hair tie snaps. 

You reach into the pocket of your scrubs, holding out the spare you have. She smiles gratefully as she accepts it.

“Sara Snow,” she introduces, “We’re sure she said Baratheon?”

“Sure did,” the girl with the braid says, her dark eyes wide, “Cory Martell. Nice to meet you all for whatever time we have left.”

Jace chuckles nervously as Cory fiddles with her braid, taking a sudden interest in the ends of her hair.  

“What’s that mean?” Jace asks, looking at you all as you don’t respond, “Hello?”

“Ballbuster Baratheon,” Sara says with barely an audible whisper.

“Ah shit,” Nettles says, tilting her head back as she groans.

“Am I the only one who is lost?” Jace asks, “He can’t be so bad.”

Nettles only shrugs but gives you a wink before pushing forward out the door. You hurry after her, the rest of your cohort stumbling not far behind. The nurses’ station is bustling with people; the phones ringing continuously. 

Cory stands up straighter, flipping her braid over her shoulder. 

“Do you see him?” Jace asks, looking down the hallway.

“See who?” a doctor comments, eyeing Jace carefully. 

She’s wearing similar blue scrubs and holding a clipboard, black hair cut bluntly at her chin. 

“Dr. Baratheon,” Jace comments, still looking off in the distance, “Heard he’s a hard ass.”

The doctor raises an eyebrow at him, fire in her cobalt blue eyes. She wets her lips, before folding her arms in front of her, holding her clipboard against her stomach. 

“Very interesting Dr. Velaryon, assuming the scary resident is a man,” the doctor comments, flipping through her charts.

Jace’s face turns beet red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Sara glances at him, a pitying look on her face whilst Nettles attempts to hide her snicker with a cough. You elbow her slightly in the ribs and her eyes widen in feigned shock. 

“I didn’t—” Jace begins to ramble before being cut off.

“I didn’t ask,” Dr. Baratheon says, waving him off, “I’m Dr. Maris Baratheon, you may call me Dr. Baratheon. Not Maris, not Mari, not Baratheon. Is that understood?”

You all nod eagerly, mumbling your agreement, Jace looking rather pained.

“You’re interns,” Maris says, deep blue eyes scanning over you, “Runts—bottom of the food chain. Extensions of me-but don’t get in my way. When I move, you move. You will observe, you will listen and you will learn.”

She lets her gaze fall on each of you as she speaks, her tone not very friendly.

“You are my interns. My responsibility. You fuck up, it falls back on me,” she says, pointing her finger at each of you, “Do you think I like fucking up?”

“No ma’am,” Jace says, shaking his head back and forth. 

“Correct,” Dr. Baratheon says. 

The pager strapped to her waist beeps frantically and she glances down, before nodding; more to herself than to all of you. 

“Let’s move people,” she says, moving down the hallway.

You all begin shuffling behind her, quickening your pace to match the urgency of her walk. 

“I’m an idiot,” Jace says miserably, “She’s going to hate me forever.”

“Probably,” Nettles says with a snicker.

“She won’t hate you, she’ll understand you’re learning,” Sara insists.

“Oh yeah, she seems super understanding,” Cory agrees, but one glance at her reveals her sarcasm. 

Dr. Baratheon stops outside a room before turning back to the lot of you. You all nearly collide with each other trying to stop in time; Jace slams into Sara’s back and she pushes him with her shoulder. Cory reaches into her pocket, pulling out a small notepad and pen. 

“Who has been prepping my charts?” Dr. Baratheon asks, rolling her eyes at your scrambling. Your hand shoots into the air along with the rest of your cohort, “Good, you’re not entirely useless.” 

Dr. Baratheon opens the door, walking inside the airy hospital room. The windows are large, letting in rays of sunlight along with a beautiful view of the Honeywine River. It’s a clear day today, the blue water ripples and sparkles as some boats make their way further down the mouth of the river. 

“Come on in,” Dr. Baratheon insists, “Someone tell me what’s been going on.”

A girl sits on the hospital bed, tubes, and wires twisting away from her, a stuffed lion held tightly in her small arms. Her golden hair lays flat against her head and though her skin is pale, she smiles when Dr. Baratheon enters the room. A woman you assume to be her mother sits beside her, looking tired as she holds a cup of ice. 

“Cerelle Lannister, nine-year-old female,” Nettles begins, lacing her hands behind her back and straightening her shoulders, “Admitted while complaining of fever and muscle spasms localized to the lower body.”

“Thank you, Dr. Waters,” Dr. Baratheon says, walking to check the chart at the foot of her bed, “How are we feeling this morning Cece?”

Dr. Baratheon’s voice changes as she talks to Cece; it takes on a more caring, comforting tone. Cece smiles nervously, turning her flushed face to her mother. 

“She’s okay,” her mother answers, “The spasms seem to be about the same. Nurses said her fever broke last night.” 

“I’ve eaten so much ice, my tongue is numb,” Cece says, sticking her tongue out, “See? I bet it's blue.”

Sara giggles at the action and you can’t help but smile too. You hate seeing such a young kid in the hospital, it makes your chest tighten. 

“No blue tongue. But I guess you’re not interested in ice cream for dessert later?” Dr. Baratheon teases. 

Cece’s eyes widen and she shakes her head vigorously.

“Let’s not talk crazy now,” she squeaks, “I am always interested in ice cream.”

“Just making sure,” Dr. Baratheon says, cracking her first smile of the day, “Dr. Snow, how would you proceed?”

Sara stiffens at the sound of her name, clearing her throat. 

“Muscle spasms can indicate an overuse of the muscle or perhaps an electrolyte imbalance,” Sara begins, as though reciting from a textbook, “I would make sure she’s getting enough fluids and rest, get some labs done to confirm.”

“And after that?”

“Potentially a CT scan and MRI to rule out any potential nerve damage that may be contributing to the spasms.”

“What about the fever?”

“Fever is an immune response that indicates potential infection,” Cory interrupts, “We want to rule out a viral or bacterial infection.”

“Which first?”

“Rule out the infection first,” you interject, causing Dr. Baratheon to turn to you, “More likely bacterial than viral. Ms. Lannister doesn’t have symptoms.”

“Alright, yes,” Dr. Baratheon agrees, “What should we do if we think it's bacterial?”

“Gather a culture,” you continue, “Skin, nose, saliva. Run labs for those as well to rule them out.”

“Well Cece,” Dr. Baratheon says, turning back to the child, “You’ve got a competent group of doctors caring for you. We’re going to do our best to get you better.”

Mrs. Lannister squeezes her daughter's hand. Cece smiles shyly, holding her stuffed lion closer to her chest. 

You stand in line for lunch in the bustling cafeteria. Quick lunch, and then off to run for labs for Cerelle Lannister. Different options are laid out in front of you as you drag your tray alongside Jace’s. He’s still moping-- has been all morning. Sara rolls her eyes at him as he drops a banana onto his plate.

“You need to chill,” she tells him, reaching for a turkey club. 

“How do I come back from this?” Jace asks, reaching for a cup. He moves to the soda machine, choosing to fill it with cherry coke, “She wants me dead.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you tell him, fighting a smile.

“I’m serious!” he says, eyes wide, “She could make or break my entire career based on this slip-up, put me in the pit for the year.”

You decide on a chicken Caesar wrap before scanning the cafeteria for a free table. You spot Nettles a few tables away, leaning back in her chair and munching on a bag of potato chips. She waves you over and you motion to your colleagues to follow. 

“So you’ll do the time, pay your dues, all that jazz,” you console Jace.

“Yeah, but--shit!” Jace yelps as you reach the table, his cup falling to the floor. Reddish brown liquid blooms on the white floor and Jace groans, “This day keeps getting worse.”

“C’mon, let’s get some paper towels,” Sara says, putting her tray down and grabbing Jace’s arm.

Nettles watches them walk away, unmoving from her spot as you take the seat beside her. 

“What a drama queen,” Nettles comments.

“I mean, if I pissed off Ballbuster Baratheon, I’d be pretty upset too,” you tell her, giving a sympathetic smile.

“You’re too smart to make that mistake,” Nettles comments, and a pleasant prideful feeling lodges in your chest. 

You smile at her.

“Thanks,” you tell Nettles and she shrugs.

“Just being truthful,” she says, “I briefed everyone before we started. You’re rather impressive.”

“You briefed everyone?”

“I like to know who I’ll be working with,” she says nonchalantly. 

You nod, impressed by her dedication. You take a bite of your wrap, wincing slightly at the soggy texture of the lettuce. It’s edible. You doubt you’ll have anything to complain about when the hospital is working you into the ground. Your eyes scan the cafeteria as you chew, taking in the other doctors in the cafeteria. 

Your eyes drift over to a pair of residents near the vending machine; a man and a woman both with strikingly platinum blonde hair. The taller of the two has it pulled away from his chiseled face and into a low bun. As he turns your heart drops into your stomach. 

“Shit,” you whisper, feeling the blood drain from your face. 

“What?” Nettles asks, examining her half-eaten sandwich, “I mean it's bad, but not that bad. They have hot dogs on Fridays.”

“Not the food,” you explain, “The doctor.” 

Nettles follows your gaze toward Aemond as he’s lost in conversation with the other resident. Her eyes flicker between you two, eyebrows raising to her hairline. 

“You know him?”

“Know who?” Cory asks as she arrives, sitting in the empty chair beside you, “This food looks nasty…”

“I need to go,” you tell them, standing with your tray, “I need to--” It’s too late when you realize you’d stepped right into the spilled soda, your feet going out from under you.

You drop onto your back with a loud thud, head smacking against the linoleum floor.

“Fuck! Are you okay?” Nettles asks, crouching beside you. You blink rapidly, stars in your vision from the impact, “Shit, Y/N you’re bleeding don’t move! Head injury, you could have internal bleeding-”

“I’m okay,” you insist, trying to sit up, “I’m just….woah.” A wave of nausea rolls through you and you lean back against the ground, “Maybe I do just need a moment.”

Your vision blurs but you can see his lean silhouette in the distance. Through your haze, you swear you see his body language change, his posture stiffen, and your lunch lurches in your stomach. 

“You’re concussed,” Jace insists crouching beside you, “Don’t move. You’ve cut your head too…”

“My head?” you ask, bringing a hand to your temple, feeling wetness on your palm, “Fucking hell.”

You’re staring blankly at the ceiling, mortification settling in your bones as your colleagues chatter around you. 

“What is going on?” Dr. Baratheon’s voice echoes through the cafeteria, “Y/L/N?”

“Yes Dr. B?” you mumble, earning a chuckle from Cory.

“I’m going to let that one slide because you’re likely concussed,” Dr. Baratheon says, “Velaryon, Waters, get her to a bed.” She grumbles, moving on with Cory and Nettles, “I’d like to keep my interns in one piece please.”

The night before the first day of your internship you couldn’t sleep. Call it nerves, call it excitement, one thing was for sure; there was no way you were finding sleep at a reasonable hour. So you decided to grab a drink. Something to calm your nerves. 

Just a few blocks from your studio apartment was a small hole-in-the-wall bar, the Dragon’s Den. One drink to calm your nerves, that’s all you needed. You’d sat at the bar alone for a while, sipping your wine and reading yet another smutty romance on your Kindle.

You’d noticed him come in, of course. It was hard not to notice him. 

He was truly beautiful; with striking platinum hair braided away from his face and down his back. Chiseled jawline, long straight nose, and those eyes. One violet, one blue, watching you from across the room. Your cheeks warmed as you buried your nose back into your book.

He’d caught you staring. 

He’d joined you at the bar; slightly awkward, but confident enough to strike up a conversation with you. Ask what you were drinking. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, and count the veins winding their way up the back of his hands.

“You’re a long way from Riverlands,” you’d commented as he’d told you where he was from.

“My sister dragged me out,” he’d told you, “I’ve just recently moved back here, to be closer to family.”

“I have a new job starting tomorrow,” you’d told him, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Congratulations,” he’d said, smiling as though he genuinely was happy for the stranger he met at the bar.

He’d bought you a drink, saddled up next to you. Listened intently as you spoke to him about your hobbies, your interests. Watching you the entire time with intense focus. 

“I don’t normally do this,” he’d insisted as you pulled him towards you outside the bar.

“Me either,” you agreed. It didn’t matter if it was true or not; it's what people say when they make reckless decisions. 

Fingers fisting into his button-down shirt, you’d pressed your lips eagerly against his. You hadn’t been kissed like this in forever. Hadn’t been touched like this, been fucked like this. 

You’d brought him home, walking the short distance hand in hand taking breaks in between for him to press you against the brick walls of the buildings you passed, let you wrap your legs around his waist as he kissed the life out of you. 

You’d stumbled into your apartment desperately peeling the clothes from your body and his. Greedy hands, greedy mouths, and lipstick smeared across his cheeks and chest. Fingers, tongue, a combination of the two, and then his cock splitting you in half, pounding you into the mattress. 

He’d made you cum five times. 

Five times, during a one-night stand. You could barely feel your legs as you drifted off to sleep. 

You’d woken early the following day, stumbling out of bed and into your small kitchenette as the lanky stranger gathered his things. 

“Aemond,” he’d told you, with a shy grin as he entered his number into your phone.

How anyone could be shy after that bedroom performance was beyond you. 

“I’ll text you,” you’d promised him, as he opened the door.

“Have a great first day.”

Somehow, Jace and Sara get you to a bed, secluded with some curtains. You can’t believe he’s here. He’s a resident. In every hospital possible, it had to be this one. By the looks of it, he wasn’t expecting to see you as well.

The curtain opens and an attending enters the small bedside area, flipping through the papers on his clipboard. Dark hair and eyes he glances up at you, a small smile on his lips. 

“Not every day an intern lands in a hospital bed,” he comments, ushering you forward. 

You sit up, groaning slightly at the throbbing in your head. 

“Didn’t do it on purpose,” you grumble, and he flashes you a grin. 

“Follow the light,” he softly commands, clicking his penlight and moving it in front of your face.

You blink, but obey; following the bright light. 

“Good,” he murmurs, “Now follow my finger.” He does the same motion with his finger, “Pupils look good, any pain?”

“Just where I hit,” you tell him, “Will I need stitches?”

“Just a few,” he says, bringing a gloved hand to move your hair, “A small split. Bleeds a lot more than it's worth.”

“Not my first rodeo,” you tell him, as he reaches for some gauze, “You’re the neuro attending?”

“One of them,” he comments, applying some dap gauze to your wound, cleaning it gently, “I’m Dr. Cole.” 

You tell him yours and he nods, a glimmer of recognition in his eye. 

“I read your resume,” he muses, discarding the bloodied gauze, “Your thesis was very interesting.”

“Thank you,” you told him, remembering your research, “I enjoy research a lot.”

“Plenty of opportunities here,” he says, removing his gloves, “I’ll have Dr. Targareyn come stitch you up.”

Your heart leaps into your throat, “Can’t I just use some butterfly bandages?”

He shakes his head, pursing his lips.

“Don’t want to scar up that pretty face,” he comments, “Targaryen doesn’t mind, he enjoys the practice.” 

You chew on your lip as Dr. Cole leaves the room. Several moments later the curtain opens and Aemond steps forward. He’s just as beautiful as last night and your pulse quickens remembering your time spent together. 

“Hey,” you manage as Aemond clears his throat. 

Aemond stands awkwardly stiff, before moving to the stool Dr. Cole previously occupied. He doesn’t speak, just uses his long legs to pull himself closer to you. He readies a tray, grabbing a suture kit and lidocaine. You watch his tense, calculated movements before he turns to you. 

“This may sting,” he murmurs, as the tip of the needle enters your skin causing you to wince. 

The lidocaine works fast, and the area begins to tingle with numbness. Carefully disposing of the needle, Aemond grabs the suture and begins his work. You can feel his hands on you, and watch his face as he stares at his handiwork. 

He won’t meet your eyes. 

“We didn’t know,” you tell him, feeling the tugging of the sutures, “Aemond-”

“No,” he answers, “You’re right of course. No harm, no foul. But this can’t happen again. I’m your superior.”

“Superior? It’s not like you’re an attending,” you tell him. 

“No but I’m in a position of power and authority over you,” he continues, “The implications of a workplace relationship between the two of us would be an uneven distribution of power.”

“Okay, we slept together once,” you tell him, “No one’s saying we’re in a relationship-”

“Then you agree,” he counters, “We shut this down before it really starts.”

That’s not exactly what you were thinking as you reminisce about the previous night. Staring into his eyes only makes your cheeks grow hotter, a nervous sweat begins to form on your brow. 

“Is that what you want?” you ask, your heartbeat suddenly noticeable; a gentle flutter against your ribcage.

“It’s not about want,” Aemond insists, avoiding your gaze and focusing solely on his suturing, “It’s about being dutiful, and doing what’s right. What’s expected of us.”

Goodbye guy in the bar, you think to yourself, heart sinking slightly at the thought.

“Yeah, sure,” you tell him as he cuts the final stitch, “I’m not going to say anything.”

“You’re all set,” he tells you, moving to stand, “Think you can take them out on your own in a week?”

“If not, I know where to find you,” you quip.

Aemond stands next to the tray of instruments, freezing as he awkwardly glances at you sideways. His posture is tense. You let out a nervous breath at his startled reaction. The sex god you met last night is nowhere to be found. He flexes his hand before shoving it into the pocket of his white coat. 

“That was a joke,” you tell him, earning a curt nod, “One week. Got it.”

You hear the sharp voice of Dr. Baratheon call your last name before the curtain is yanked back. Her eyes find Aemond immediately, lips forming a tight pout.

“Dr. Targareyn,” she says apprehensively, as though she’s watching him very carefully. 

Aemond nods acknowledging her before she turns to you.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

“I’m fine,” you assure her, “I have to run those labs for Cerelle Lannister-”

“Martell is covering that,” Dr. Baratheon cuts you off, “You have a head injury. I want you home for the remainder of the day.”

“Dr. Baratheon-” you insist, but she holds up her hand.

“Come back tomorrow,” Dr. Baratheon tells you and reluctantly nods. 

You suppose going home isn’t the worst idea. 

“Let’s get you an Uber,” Dr. Baratheon says.

“I can drive her,” Aemond says suddenly. His eyes are wide before he casts his gaze to the floor as if he can’t believe the words left his mouth.

You watch him carefully.

“Okay,” you tell him. 

Aemond’s car is nice. Clean, like he just bought it. He very well might have, now that you think of it since he moved to the area so recently. The ride is silent besides the sound of the air coming through the vents. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, as he pulls up to your apartment complex.

“No drinking any alcohol,” Aemond says, still not meeting your eyes, “Make sure to get plenty of rest and monitor your symptoms. Do not feel any pressure to come back to work tomorrow if you’re not up for it.”

You nod and his gaze flickers to your face. He wets his lips, tongue darting out quickly. It might be the concussion, but you can remember how it felt. How he tasted. Fuck. 

“I got it,” you assure him, unbuckling your seatbelt.

He nods, unlocking the car doors before getting out. Aemond walks around the front of the car, opening the door for you.

“I’ll walk you up,” he insists, and you nod, taking the hand he offers. 

He remembers your unit. The entire elevator ride is full of tension as you wait to reach your floor. As you walk down the hallway. As you get to your door.

You turn to him, wanting to invite him inside if only for a cup of tea to thank him for being so kind. If only to keep him near your longer. 

But Aemond nods curtly as you unlock the door.

“Have a nice day, Dr. Y/L/N,” he says, turning on his heel and heading down the hallway. You watch him flex his fingers again, before shoving them into his pocket. 

“Goodbye Aemond,” you call, and he pauses, hand outstretched to press the elevator button.

His head dips for a brief moment before he straightens up as the elevator doors open and he disappears inside. Your heart hammers as he turns, giving you a nod once more, before the doors close obscuring him from your view. 

You exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Before tucking yourself into your bed, you lean against your window which gives a view down to the front of the apartment. Clouds have gathered and fat drops of rain begin to fall, splashing onto Aemond’s car still parked below. You watch as the lights come on, but he stays idling a moment more.

Your phone vibrates. 

Reaching for it you can’t help but smile as you see the message.

note: hope you liked it!! again, thank you thank you THANK YOU for all the love and support for my silly little stories, y'all are seriously the best for real 🥹

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[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Nurses United Against Mark Sloan

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Warning: Implied NSFW, nothing more Word count: 725 (including A/N)

Marks POV: Oh wow. They really do hate me. I've just been introduced to a club called 'Nurses United Against Mark Sloan' I thought they liked the sex? Oh well, I have my eyes on one nurse and one nurse only. Y/n y/l/n. She's beautiful and amazing with patients, double whammy. Rumour had it she's single as well so, I'm gunna try get her to fall for me. Notice how I said fall for me and not get in bed with me? See, I'm a changed man.

As I'm walking to my surgery I see my favourite nurse, y/l/n.  Mark - "Hey y/n, quick question your not a part of that club are you? The uhm Nurses Hate Mark Sloan or something?" Y/N - "First of all, it's Nurses United Against Mark Sloan and no, I am not. How could I hate you, come on?" Mark - "See, and that's why your my favourite." Y/N - "Aww, I'm your favourite nurse? How cute." Mark - "Don't be a tease, anyway I've got a surgery to get to but I expect to see you at rounds." Y/N - "Yes Doctor." Mark - "I like it when you call me Doctor." Y/N - "Oh do you?" Mark - "Yeah I do, I really do but, I've got a surgery to get to so, I'll see you at rounds." I flash her a smile before I leave. God, I'm practically in love with a woman i've barley shared 4 full conversations with. This could go wrong.

Y/N POV: I've been feeling a pair of eyes on me all day but I keep brushing it off because I think I know exactly who it is. We've been on and off flirting and stealing glances and touches for weeks now but he never makes a move. In a way i'm glad because hopefully that means he want me, like actually wants me, not just the sex. So, I'm planning on asking him out after rounds and hopefully get a date.

Time skip

I've just finished rounding with Dr. Sloan and now I'm filling out charts trying to get a word in when he's rambling about the surgery he just did. If I'm completely honest, it's adorable. I love seeing him get excited about his job, it shows he cares. Once he realises I'm not really listening he speaks up. Mark - "Okay, I know, not that interesting to you I'll stop talking now." Y/N - "No! Please keep going I just need to ask you something once your finished." Mark - "Is it something about post-op treatment?" Y/N - "No more of a personal question." Mark - "Shoot." Y/N - "Wanna grab a drink at Joe's after your shift?" His face went through the five stages of grief in 5 seconds I swear. He looked shocked at first but then more confused and then just really happy. Like smiling ear to ear happy. Now he's just got a smug smirk plastered across his face. Mark - "You want to go out with me? Like get in my pants?" Y/N "No, like an actual date. If you want to of course just because we've been kinda close these past couple weeks and you know I just thought maybe you might wanna go." As I was rambling and trying to explain myself he put his hand on my arm to calm me down. Mark - "Hey, hey, hey slow down. I didn't say no did I?" At this point I was the one grinning like an idiot. I looked deep into his eyes looking for any signs that he was lying but I found none. He pulled me into his warm embrace and I just stood there for a bit with his arms wrapped around my torso and my head in his chest. He pulled away slightly so he could see my face. Mark - "You're cute when you're nervous. My shift finishes in 10, I'll meet you in the lobby?" Y/N - "Of course."

I walked to the locker room beaming. I really just got a date with McSteamy. At that point I didn't realise this but, that man was a smitten kitten and would ask me to marry him one day. I love Mark, my Mark.

[highlordofkrypton]

Archeron's Anatomy - Dr. Rhysand's Specialization?

I think it'd be fun for @tamlinweek to have community input on the specialization of the attendings (high faeries) in the fic!

I'll be doing more throughout the week for different characters ☺️

So far, we have:

Dr. Tamlin "McSteamy" - Chief of Cadiothoracic Surgery

Dr. Thesan - Chief of General Surgery

Dr. Cassian - Orthopedic Surgeon

Dr. Amren - Surgical Resident

Dr. Feyre Archeron - Surgical Intern

[storiesofsvu]

Weird ask ig idk

What would the characters from criminal minds greys anatomy specialties be/ who would be friends with who?

not weird at all nonny! we love a good crossover! shout out to @swimmingstudentchaos891 for talking through this with me!

Starting off with some of the one that instantly came to me;

Garcia: She's in dermatology. We all know she doesn't like the ick and gruesome of crime scenes, so she wants to stay away from all the blood and gore of surgery. And the ep when they discover the derm floor? it's all happy and calm and rainbows and sunshine and I just think she would fit in well there!

Spencer: he's nuero. It just makes sense, he's super smart, with his memory would be able to excel in that field. While schizophrenia is a mental illness it's still likely the most linked to neurological and that's gonna be a big motivation there too.

Tara: girl's ortho. Don't ask me why. She just is. She's the one out of all of them I think would love breaking bones the most. She can't help but feel cocky when the big football players come in with dislocated shoulders and they're all manly about it until she's shoving it back into place and they're screaming like babies. She'd also be so soft and so good with kids who come in who fell off the monkey bars or something.

Alex Blake: psych. I think that's pretty self explanatory. she'd excel there, or possibly be the hospital's therapist cause lord knows those dr's need fucking help. lol

Emily: Cardio god. She just has that power and you know she's the cocky, sometimes the god complex comes out. She'd be incredible. (she'd also be the McSteamy of this universe but less of a dick, and with a bigger dick. i don't make the rules)

Hotch: he's gonna be chief, or like, the head of the resident program thing. Something similar to Webber. He just has the upper level authority that people respect.

JJ: pediatrics. She's so good and soft with the tiny humans. If she hadn't fully decided on a specialty it was after having Henry that she realized she wanted to be able to help kids and she's super good with keeping parents calm.

Morgan: Hear me out. He's either an EMT or a nurse. Cause we all need a hot boi nurse in our lives. Or he's the super hot emt that rolls up with ambulances and just knows all the nurses are heart eyed for him. He flashes that cocky grin, sticks around for a coffee, little flirt master.

Rossi: i came up blank, but Lu says optometry so I agree. He's probably just around doing consults and hanging out, not as much surgery anymore. Still a published author but this time medical books, has a plethora of knowledge when the younger dr's are looking for something specific in a medical journal.

Luke: I've put him down for trauma. I think he'd be able to do that really well, his experience in the field, he's quick on his feet, not afraid to improvise kinda thing.

As for who'd be friends with whom and other little headcanons, I don't have much because there's SO many characters on Grey's and it's been a while since i've watched it (this ask literally made me restart s2, so i might have more thoughts as I go through LOL)

-Garcia and Arizona are absolutely gonna be besties. They both love all things fun and pink and adorable.

-Spencer and Lexi are 1000% going to find a bff in each other. They've both kinda grown up the "weird" kid who graduated super early and shit, so they've finally found someone else who's like them and the same age.

-Rossi is going to find himself immediately adopting the Deluca siblings. At first it's just because he hears them arguing in Italian and is able to cut in and calm them down but after he hears about their dad/family dynamics he's just all "nope, i am your papa pasta now"

-Spencer & Meredith are going to have some dark and twisty bonding over their mothers and how trying to help them is honestly exhausting and draining but they're gonna keep doing it and trying to find cures/treatments.

-Rossi and Luke are going to have some form of boding with Teddy and Owen over their various times serving and the trauma/ptsd and shit that comes with that.

There's probably SO much else i could get into but that's all I've got for now. Loved the ask! Love shit like this! thank you nonny!

[readingslover]

Chapter 15

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After their evening activities, George and Amory flopped down next to each other, catching their breath.

“That… That was…” The girl stared.

“Great. Really great. Amazing.” The man said, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“Yeah, amazing.” Amory let out a chuckle and turned to press a kiss on his lips, letting her head rest on his chest.

Before they could fall asleep in their blissful state their pagers went off. 

“911! We just worked a thirty-hour shift…” Amory whined, not wanting to get up.

“And I smell like… sex.” The boy said. They both got out of bed, hurrying to put their clothes on. Amory turned on the tv after getting a message from Cristina to check it out. “A massive train wreck occurred just outside of Seattle just minutes ago.”

~~~~~~

They both left the elevator that took them to the pit to find the rest of their friends whom they had left behind. Cristina as eager as always, Izzie looked as tired as the couple was feeling and Meredith drunkenly stumbled down the hall.

“I think I saw a pneumothorax. I hope I get a pneumothorax.” Cristina said as they put on their trauma gowns.

Just then Dr. Bailey arrived in a night dress and heels, making George let out. “Oh.”

“What are you looking at?” The resident complained.

“You look nice, Dr. Bailey.” The short girl let out.

“Thank you, Amory.” She turned to Alex. “Okay, you, go get me my shoes. Let’s move people.” She put on a gown and started walking to a door where Meredith was leaning beside.

“Hello!” Meredith turned to the woman. “I seem to be a little bit drunk. I was off duty…”

“So was I! Anybody alse half in the bottle?” The interns quickly shook their heads. “Alright then. Grey, just stay out of the way, I’ll deal with you later. The rest of you stick with me and wait for your assignment. I know you get all aquiver at the sight of blood and organs, but it’s gonna be a long night and you’re already tired. I don’t want any mistakes.” Once she finished, she opened the door to the ER, noticing the chaos that had erupted. Doctors, nurses, paramedics, and family members of those who got hurt in the crash were bustling all over the place. voices clashed together and there was not a single second filled with silence. More than two dozen people were bleeding and hurt, and more were still coming.

“I’m so not tired anymore,” Cristina commented.

“Me neither, I’m not tired.” George agreed.

“Tired? I was never tired.” Amory joked, her eyes scanning the room. People were groaning in pain and bleeding, hoping they could make it. The adrenaline in her form seeing all those wounded in the same room did make her feel less tired.

“Dr. Bailey, I’ve got a third-trimester burn victim here, I’m gonna need some help,” Addison informed and all the interns raised their hands.

“Izzie, go.” The woman told the tall blonde.

“Yes! Have a nice nap.” The model teased and Amory playfully rolled her eyes.

Tyler, from the bar, walked into the pit, still dressed in his casual clothes but when he saw Meredith he stopped walking. “Oh, hey! Joe told me to tell you that McSteamy came looking for you.” He passed on.

“You mean McDreamy.” Meredith corrected, a bit frazzled. “Joe said McDreamy came looking for me?”

“No.” Tyler shook his head, and for a second there Meredith deflated, but the rosa back up at what Tyler said next. “I’m pretty sure it was McSteamy, yeah.” He kept repeating himself as he walked away.

Just then, Derek entered the ER. “Does that mean he picked her?” George asked, confused.

“I don’t know…”

“If it does I’ve just lost 50 bucks,” Cristina complained.

“Cristina Yang!” Amory hit her friend’s arm. “What have I told you? We do not bet on our friend’s love lives.”

A paramedic rushed into the ER, human leg in hand. “I’ve got the leg!”

“I want that leg…” The Asian woman longed.

“Dr. Bailey, who do you got?” The Chief asked as he accompanied the man without the leg and, again, all the interns raised their hands.

“Cristina, go?”

As Derek walked by Meredith, he nodded to her. “Was that a nod?” George asked.

“Yes.” Both Meredith and Amory answered in unison.

“Do we know what it means?” He asked again, his hand on the small of Amory’s back.

“No.”

~~~~~~

As Amory got a page from Dr. Bailey, she entered the room. “Dr. Bailey, you paged?” Seeing two people impaled on a pole, she backtracked. “Oh.”

“Is this the craziest thing you’ve ever seen?3 The female patient asked her and Meredith, who was also in the room.

“Um… Yeah.” The short intern answered.

“Me too.” The patient answered, fear in her eyes.

George entered the room and the hurt girl called out for Burke who was standing alongside Bailey outside the room. “Excuse me?”

“Hi, I’m Dr. Burke.” The attending greeted when he walked in. “You shouldn’t move your head. You want to try and move as little as possible.” He advised.

“Oh, okay.” She slowly said. “So, are you gonna pull this pole out of us any time soon?”

“It’s a touch uncomfortable.” Tom, the other patient, admitted.

“I’m sorry, we can’t until we get a better look at what’s going on internally. But, I assure you we will work as quickly as possible.” Burke informed and Amory’s eyes roamed through the patients.

“Well, in that case, does anybody have a breath mint?” Bonnie asked, which made Burk smile while Tom furrowed his eyebrows in question at the woman in front of him. “For me, nit for you.” They both smiled. Burke already moved to exit the room again, but not before whispering something to Bailey.

“Uh, O’Malley, Madden, get them to X-ray.” The two interns shared a look of shock that quickly turned into one of excitement. Amory immediately gestured to Alex to untie her gown as Meredith untied George’s. “Move them extremely carefully.”

Amory nodded quickly and George seemed to panic slightly as he whispered. “They never would have picked me before the elevator…” Both Amory and Alex overheard this but only Alex responded to it by sending him a glare but neither George nor Amory commented and went ahead.

As they wheeled the patients through the hallways, Amory spoke up. “Is there anyone you’d like me to call?”

“They called my wife in the ambulance.” The man explained.

“And my fiancé.” The girl added. “They’re flying down from Vancouver together.”

“Normally Amanda would be a tad upset to find me pressed up against another woman, but in this case, I think I’ll get a pass.” The man joked, making both interns release a chuckle.

“You two aren’t traveling together?” George questioned once the chuckles died down.

“No… We just met.” The girl revealed.

“A but of an awkward introduction.”

“You have nice pores,” Bonnie said, making the man laugh.

Once they arrived at radiology, the interns noticed there was a long waiting live, so Amory walked ahead and cleared her throat. She got the intern’s attention, who looked at the patient and then allowed them to go ahead. Amory kept doing this until they were at the front of the line.

~~~~~~

In the X-ray observation room, Bailey, Amory, and George were standing next to each other, eyeing the many details on the scans. Burke was seated on a chair, looking at the scans on a computer screen while Meredith was standing off to the side with a banana bag IV connected to her arm, trying to sober up quickly. Amory wasn’t exactly sure why she was there, but she figured that Bailey wanted to keep her close in case she started wandering off in her drunk state.

“Is… is it going straight through her spine?” George questioned.

“It is. T8 is completely crushed.” Bailey answered, pointing at it with her finger.

Then, Derek entered the room and his eyes fell immediately on Meredith. The dirty blonde straightened and visibly tensed when she saw him. “What happened?” He asked, seeing the IV.

“Tequila.” She simply answered.

“I’m keeping an eye on her.” Bailey clarified before sending a look to the intern.

He moved to look at the scans and a surprised look took over his face. “Look at this… These people are still alive?”

“Still making small talk,” George answered.

“The pole is tamponading the wound as far as we can see,” Bailey informed the man as Amory leaned on the table to have a better look at the scans.

“It’s hitting the aorta.” Derek evaluated.

“Look at him,” Burke spoke up, looking at tom’s scans. “It’s right in line with his inferior vena cava.”

“but there’s a way to operate without separating them, isn’t there?” Amory hopefully asked although she should know better. She looked at everyone in the room hoping their expressions shared her hopeful one, but she realized there wasn’t a way.

Burke shook his head, while Dere actually said. “No.” Both of them shared the now mourning look that took over the girl’s eyes. George saw this and tried to comfort her by putting a hand on he shoulder and squeezing a little, letting her know he was feeling the same as her but also that he was there to talk if she needed to.

“If we remove the pole then…” George trailed off.

“They’ll both bleed out.” Bailey finished his thought.

“What if we don’t move the pole? What if we move on of the patients off the pole to get the saw in there? Then we can hold the pole steady on the other one. Move it very slowly and repair the damage as we go.” Burke suggested.

“Which one would you move?” Amory asked while Derek quickly glanced at Meredith who stared back at him.

“With her aortic injuries, her chances of survival are extremely slim, no matter what we do. But, if we move her, we have a real shot of saving him.”

“Well, I could argue since her injuries are so extensive we should move him. Give her the best shot we can.” Derek objected.

“So basically, whoever you move doesn’t stand a chance.” Everyone turned to glance at the dirty blonde, unsettled. “So how do you choose? How do you decide who gets to live?”

~~~~~~

“We have to make this call soon if we want to have a shot at saving either one of them,” Burke warned Shepherd as they walked through the hallway, interns, and resident behind them.

“I’d like to examine them before I weight in.”

“I’ll wait for your page.”

“Thank you.” The neurosurgeon turned to the interns. “Dr. Grey…”

“Dr.Grey needs to get herself a blood alcohol test before practicing any medicine tonight.” Bailey intervened, turning to the girl with the banana bag.

“What? No, I’m totally fine.” The girl started connecting her pointer fingers to her nose, making her blonde friend giggle. “See?”

“Right, okay. Dr. Madden, then.” The attending turned to the girl, which flashed him a smile back before they made their way to Bonnie and Tom’s room.

~~~~~~

Examining the two patients, Derek touched the girl’s foot. “Can you feel that, Miss. Krasnoff?”

“You’re a cute daughter.” She said, her voice sweet as ever, now seemingly a bit loopy. “Cute doctors can call me by mu name. That also includes you, Dr. Madden.” The girl smiled.

“Okay, Bonnie, can you feel that?”

“Can I feel what? Oh… I guess that’s a no.”

George entered the room, calling out for his attending for the day. “Dr. Shepherd? I’ve got the labs.”

“Great, thank you.” He thanked the boy.

“Can you wiggle your toed, Mr. Maynard?” He did it successfully, to which the female intern gave him a small smile.

“Are they moving?”

“tes, they are.”

The man laughed lightly. “Good. That’s good, right?”

“Yes, it is.” The neurosurgeon confirmed.

“What about me? Are mine moving?” The sweet girl asked hope filling her voice. George, Amory, and Derek looked down at her foot, but nothing was moving. Derek hesitated a little before answering with a white lie not wanting the patient to break down or lose her hope. “Yes, they are.”

“Yay, me!” The girl giggled in relief unknown to the looks that the doctors gave each other.

“Dr. Shepherd, is it?” Tom asked and at Derek’s nod, she went on. “Dr. Shepherd, Bonnie, and I… Are we gonna live through this?”

“Oh, that’s just morose, Tom.” Bonnie playfully scolded.

“I’m sorry, dear.” He looked back at Derek. “Doctor?”

“We’re gonna do everything we can, Mr. Maynard.”

~~~~~~

“Where are we?” Burke asked, entering the room with Derek, Bailey, George, and Amory.

“You were right. Vitals were erratic, pulse was weak, spine severed… I was hoping that it didn’t hit, but from that angle, it can’t have missed the aorta.” The neurosurgeon informed.

“What about him? Think he can live?” The resident questioned, looking over Amory’s shoulder.

“He’s got better ods.”

“Okay, let OR 1 know we’re coming.” The resident ordered George.

“And, O’Malley, close the gallery. We don’t need n audience for this one.” The cardio surgeon instructed.

The boy turned to leave but finally turned around. “She’s cracking jokes. How do you tell someone she’s gonna be dead in a few minutes when she’s sitting up cracking jokes?” He left, sighing.

“I hat this…” The small girl said shaking her head. “I hat that we have to choose who live or dies. It feels… wrong, counterintuitive.” She sighed, looking down to the floor.

“I know. But, sometimes, it’s the job.” Her resident put a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

~~~~~~

“This is hard because your body is in a certain amount of shock. It’s preventing you from feeling any pain, from feeling the extent of your injuries.” The neurosurgeon explained this to the patients.

“Dr. Shepherd? We have a metal pole cutting a path through out insides. I don’t know about Tom here, but I don’t expect to walk out of here anytime soon, so whatever it is you have to say, please, say it.” Bonnie pleaded.

“Okay, Bonnie. In order to operate on Mr. Maynard, we have to separate you two. In order to do that, we have to move you backward off the pole.”

“Can’t you just pull the pole out of both of us?3 Tom asked.

“No, if we do that, you’ll both start bleeding quickly. Making it much harder to work on either of you.”  Amory stepped up.

“Right now, the pole is plugging the wounds. Once removed, the organs will shift. And there is a great deal of damage.” Burke added.

“So, if you move me, I’ll die?” Bonnie tried to hold in her tears.

“Bonnie, we’ll do everything we can to…” The intern started talking but Tom interrupted her, and Bonnie’s tears fell. Amory moved closer to the table and held the girl’s hand tight.

“No. no! If anyone has to go it should be me. You just move…”

“Mr. MAynard.” Burke started. “Mr. Maynard, your injuries are less extensive. If we pull the pole from you, as we operate around it, we have a better chance at repairing the damage.”

“It’s not right…” The man whispered. “It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not. But it is our, your, best shot.” Amory tried to explain, trying to not get too emotional.

“Tom, it’s not fair either way. “ The blonde reassured him. “Is, um… Is my Danny, is he here yet?”

“There are delays at the airport.” George informed her.” The storm…”

“We could wait,” Bailey suggested. “But the longer we do, the bigger right of infection for…”

“No, no,” Bonnie reassured, grabbing Amory’s hand tighter. “This is better.” She managed to smile through her tears. “Danny, he wouldn’t understand. I’ve had a couple of hours to even… process all of this, but if he… if he had to see me, talk to me like this… I just think it’d be too hard.”

~~~~~~

In the ER, Bonnie spoke to Tom, Amory still holding her hand. “Can I ask ou a question?3 The man made an affirmative noise and she continued. “Do you believe in heaven?”

“I do. Don’t you?”

“I want to.”

“Bonnie… I just want to say…”

“She shushed him. “I know, I know.”

“This is Dr. Addams, out anaesthesiologist,” Derek told them. “When you’re ready, he’s gonna put you to sleep.”

“So it’s not gonna hurt?” The girl asked, tears still in her eyes.

“No, it’s not gonna hurt. It will feel like you’re sleeping.” Amory told her, squeezing the girl’s head. Tears forming in her own eyes.

“That’s good…” The girl said softly. “Amory?”

“Yeah.” The girl whispered, trying her best not to cry in front of the girl.

“You’ll be there when they talk to my Daniel, right?” She asked, her voice softer than ever.

“yes, I will. What would you like me to tell him?”

As the patient whispered her message into Amory’s ear, she allowed herself to spill the first tear of the day, quickly wiping it away.

~~~~~~

After separating both patients and verifying Tom as stable, the team moved to work on Bonnie.

“Grey, Madden, get in here and retract.” The short girl moved to do her job.

“Retractor. Quickly, please. Give me some sponges. Lap sponges.” Derek said as the attendings worked.

“Her aorta is shredded. She’s gonna bleed out.” Burke realized, shaking his head, knowing there was a slim to no chance that she was going to live.

“Doctor, he’s losing pressure.” The anaesthesiologist monitoring Tom warned them.

“He’s bleeding, let’s go,” Derek ordered and everyone started moving from one patient to the other. It pained Amory to have to leave the girl bleeding out on the table, but she knew there was nothing they could do.

“What about her? We can’t just abandon her.” Meredith yelled as her smaller friend changed gloves.” We can’t just abandon her!” The dirty blonde refused to move.

“I’m going in. Scalpel.” Burje started on Tom as Amory moved to help the team.

“Let’s go Dr. Grey.” Bailey urged her.

“Meredith,” George called out.

“What about her?! We cannot abandon her! We have an obligation.” She seemed to panic slightly.

“I have her.” Amory moved to comfort her friend. “Mer, come on, there’s nothing we can do. There’s too much damage, okay? I know it’s awful but she’s gone, Tom’s still got a shot.” She tried to hold her tears.

“Time of death 3:49.” Dr. Bailey called out, referring to the girl.

“Come on, Tom needs us.” She nudged her friend with her elbow and both quickly moved to help out with the surgery.

~~~~~~

Several hours later, the surgery was over. Derek had offered to inform Bonnie’s fiance about her death, but Amory made a promise to the patient, which she fully intended on keeping.

“Did she suffer?” The fiance, Danniel, asked trying and failing to stifle his tears.

“No.” Amory answered instantly.” Her injuries prevented her from… no, she wasn’t in any pain.”

“Good. That’s good.”

“Daniel, Bonnie… she asked me to tell you that…” Amory started, having to clear her throat as she held back her tears. “She asked me to tell you that if love were enough…” She felt tears well up in her eyes. “That if love were enough, she’d still be here with you. Um, excuse me.” The girl excused herself and strayed a bit from the group.

As her resident and attending finished talking to the man, they entered the elevator. The silence was almost unbearable, as Amory closed her eyes and took deep breaths, attempting to calm herself. Suddenly, she felt the elevator stop and opened her eyes to see Bailey had stopped it, as Derek went to the back of the elevator and let his tears fall. Seeing the man in such a state was the last straw, and she let a few tears fall, before decomposing herself and wiping them away. Her resident placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort, as the neurosurgeon joined the group again.

“You okay?” Bailey asked both of them.

“Yeah.” They answered in unison and the levator started moving again.

~~~~~~

As she entered the locker room, she sat by her friends, right next to George, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

They sat in silence for a second, before the youngest girl spoke up, her voice cracking slightly. “I suggested it. I came up with the idea to save one of them… Is, is this my fault?”

“Of course not, Amy,” Meredith told her, reaching out to grab her hand. “There was nothing we could do.”

George pulled her closed into him and she nuzzled against the crook of his neck, as he kissed the top of her head.

Dr. Bailey enters the locker room to find a row of exhausted interns. “Better get cleanedup. Rounds in… five minutes.”

They all got up, leaning on each other for strength. Amory’s day had been awful, but at least she knew she had her friends with her.

[kit-just-kit]

Dr. Kit, you are way too sexy to be a doctor..

Anon thoughts

"I am? I was going to counter that with saying there are plenty well-known sexy doctors. Like McDreamy and McSteamy from Grey's Anatomy.....though I have to admit, I always preferred Owen Hunt on that show. And of course, those are all men whereas I am not but......thank you for the compliment".

[astrocatfizziks]

yoooo

dr mcdreamy sup?

(did i use the right name lol, idk)

ohhh hii Mcsteamy!! heard you got a girlfriend that sort of thing ;)

[topguncortez]

Am I watching ER because of you? Yes. Am I thinking about you meeting Dr. Nick for the first time in the hospital? Yes.

ER walked so Greys Anatomy could run

Dr Ross & Dr Greene = McDreamy & McSteamy

[vintagepresley]

I second Dr James looking like Mcsteamy.

Yessss 🤭

[seositetool]

Eric Dane Explains Why He Was ‘Let Go’ From ‘Grey’s Anatomy’

While it seems like Grey’s Anatomy has been on the air for what feels like forever (19 years to be exact), there is one character that has never been forgotten: Eric Dane’s Dr. Mark Sloan. ABC’s long-running medical drama had many memorable deaths over the course of nearly two decades, but none has been more chaotic than that of Sloan, also dubbed McSteamy. The character was brought on in a 2006…

[sensitive-trait]

RIP Dr McSteamy 😂

It was an absolute honour to have him feature (and die so iconicly) in one of my favourite legacies ❤️

BRO HE FUCKING DIED???

Yeah… 🪦