Post by Amélie Grey on Jan 27, 2007 7:21:10 GMT -5
"Okay guys," Adam said, beaming around at the hospital workers who'd assisted in the neurosurgery to save Mr. Jameson from paralysis. "Nice work today - we saved a tennis players movement. So... here's some champagne to celebrate!"
There was a ruffle of laughter and cheers as the staff made their way to the bar. Adam was the hospital's top surgeon and was loaded.
Amélie laughed, rubbing her arm self-conciously. She was in a pale brown cashmere-ish jumper and a pair of dark jeans, the clothes she'd had in her locker. Only other people seemed to have had time to gone home and changed into party dress and loads of make-up. She felt strangely normal in her clothes and light layer of foundation, eyeliner and mascara.
She wasn't really in a partying mood tonight. All right, it was great that the operation had gone so successfully, and Amélie was thrilled that she'd helped make such a complicated procedure a success. But the Mrs. Atkinson thing was still weighing on her mind.
Adam came up to her, handing her a glass of champagne. "Great work today Amélie."
She smiled at him. Adam was a really likeable guy. He was one of the top surgeons in the country, and he was really well-off. Normally guys like that had incurable God complexes. Not Adam. Adam was her attending and he rocked. He was a really generous and friendly guy, he always made the interns feel comfortable. And he made them all call him by his Christian name and called all of them by their Christian names.
"Thanks," she said, taking the champagne. "And thanks for letting me do the procedure."
"Well what other intern on the ward was capable of it?" he asked.
Amélie smiled genuinely. "I'm not really that good," she protested. "The only interns on the ward were me and Rob."
"Better you than Rob anyway!" he laughed. "Sorry, that was mean. The guy just annoys me. It's not even the God complex and the insensitivity and ass-kissing that bugs me, he's just so..."
"Obnoxious?" Amélie said helpfully.
He laughed. "That works. Anyway, you did a really amazing job of it." He looked around. "Where's Lucas?"
"He's in the bathroom," Amélie said. "He was waiting outside for the last six hours of the procedure."
Adam laughed and shrugged. "He's a pathologist, he's got nothing else to do anyway!"
"What was that I just heard?" Lucas said, appearing behind him. Amélie suddenly felt a lot better.
He laughed and handed him a glass of champagne.
"Driving," he said, shaking his head and handing it back to him.
"You're such a bore Lucas!" Adam teased. "Whatever. I was just congratulating Amélie on the procedure today."
"You're the surgeon Adam," she laughed. "It's you who should be congratulated."
He pouted. "I was more hoping for all-round worship..."
Amélie and Lucas laughed. "Don't you wish."
"I do wish," he laughed. "Especially with the women in our hospital. But they're all taken..." he said with a mock-sigh. "You're the envy of all the male staff Lucas."
Amélie mock-hit him, outraged. "Away with you!"
Lucas looked at her, amused, as Adam went away in a playful huff. "'Away with you' ? You're now Irish?"
"No, I... I was reading Angela's Ashes today.. oh, go away," she said as he laughed at her. "I'm still not used to your slang, what do you use?"
"Fuck off, generally," he laughed.
"See? At least I'm not resorting to expletives," she smiled flirtily. "I like it when you swear though, oddly enough."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm feeling a little... odd, actually," she said, smiling.
He put his wrist to her forehead to check her temperature.
"I'm not sick, you fool," she said, moving his arm away.
'Honestly, what fools men are. They can't see what's right in front of them...'
He shrugged. "You just seem a bit weird, that's all."
Amélie stifled a laugh at the song that came on the radio.
So she said what's the problem baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm in love
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop thinking 'bout it...
"What are you smiling at?" Lucas asked, confused.
She turned her smile on him. "Thanks for what you did today."
He smiled reassuredly. "Well what did you think I'd do? Sit there and watch you break yourself?"
"Yeah, but you knew exactly what to do to glue the pieces back," she said.
"That's cause I remember my first kill vividly. You always do."
"Who fixed you?"
"Adam," he said, gesturing over towards the neurosurgeon. "He was my resident. He told me basically what I told you, except for the great doctor part. I was crap, that's why I became a pathologist."
"Bull," Sharp said, interrupting. "You were the best on our bloody programme. You just had a morbid fascination with death."
"Liar," he said. "I was never as good as you were."
Sharp laughed and turned to Amélie. "It was always a contest between him and I to see who was the better. I won."
"So modest," he grinned, cuffing her.
Amélie laughed. It was nice to see Sharp as a normal human being, not a doctor.
"Nice work you did there today, Grey," she smiled. "You did me proud."
"Even after the Mrs. Atkinson thing?" she inquired.
Sharp shrugged. "That was my fault as much as yours. Besides, there's nothing you could have done; she was DNR."
Amélie's jaw dropped. "Seriously?"
That piece of information made so much difference. There really was nothing she could have done if Mrs. Atkinson was Do Not Resuscitate. She should have been able to stop her from having a seizure, but by the point she got paged, it was too late.
"Yes," Sharp said.
"I told you," Lucas said, putting an arm around her. "You see? I'm always right."
"What about that time in your first year of med school when you told that guy he had syphillis and his wife fled in tears cause she thought he'd cheated on her when it turned out he didn't have it?"
Amélie cracked up laughing. "Are you serious?"
Lucas was blushing. "Shut up Maia, you're showing me up here."
Amélie was still laughing. "How come you never told me about that?"
Sharp's eyes gleamed. "Oh I have loads of stories..."
"Maia, piss off," Lucas said, red. "Bye. Now."
Sharp winked at her before leaving.
"How come you didn't tell me that?" Amélie laughed.
"Why do you think?"
Amélie shook her head, still laughing.
"Anyway!" he said loudly. "You look lovely."
Amélie grinned. "Hardly, this is just what I had in my locker. And don't change the subject."
"It's kind of embarrassing," he admitted. "And you do look nice."
"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "I am soooo not going to let you forget about that."
"Shut up," he laughed, hitting her lightly on the arm. "It's an easy mistake."
"Uh huh," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Did she divorce him?"
"No," he said, smiling in spite of himself. "I realised I'd made a mistake and phoned her to let her know. They changed doctors."
Amélie laughed. "God, you idiot."
There was a ruffle of laughter and cheers as the staff made their way to the bar. Adam was the hospital's top surgeon and was loaded.
Amélie laughed, rubbing her arm self-conciously. She was in a pale brown cashmere-ish jumper and a pair of dark jeans, the clothes she'd had in her locker. Only other people seemed to have had time to gone home and changed into party dress and loads of make-up. She felt strangely normal in her clothes and light layer of foundation, eyeliner and mascara.
She wasn't really in a partying mood tonight. All right, it was great that the operation had gone so successfully, and Amélie was thrilled that she'd helped make such a complicated procedure a success. But the Mrs. Atkinson thing was still weighing on her mind.
Adam came up to her, handing her a glass of champagne. "Great work today Amélie."
She smiled at him. Adam was a really likeable guy. He was one of the top surgeons in the country, and he was really well-off. Normally guys like that had incurable God complexes. Not Adam. Adam was her attending and he rocked. He was a really generous and friendly guy, he always made the interns feel comfortable. And he made them all call him by his Christian name and called all of them by their Christian names.
"Thanks," she said, taking the champagne. "And thanks for letting me do the procedure."
"Well what other intern on the ward was capable of it?" he asked.
Amélie smiled genuinely. "I'm not really that good," she protested. "The only interns on the ward were me and Rob."
"Better you than Rob anyway!" he laughed. "Sorry, that was mean. The guy just annoys me. It's not even the God complex and the insensitivity and ass-kissing that bugs me, he's just so..."
"Obnoxious?" Amélie said helpfully.
He laughed. "That works. Anyway, you did a really amazing job of it." He looked around. "Where's Lucas?"
"He's in the bathroom," Amélie said. "He was waiting outside for the last six hours of the procedure."
Adam laughed and shrugged. "He's a pathologist, he's got nothing else to do anyway!"
"What was that I just heard?" Lucas said, appearing behind him. Amélie suddenly felt a lot better.
He laughed and handed him a glass of champagne.
"Driving," he said, shaking his head and handing it back to him.
"You're such a bore Lucas!" Adam teased. "Whatever. I was just congratulating Amélie on the procedure today."
"You're the surgeon Adam," she laughed. "It's you who should be congratulated."
He pouted. "I was more hoping for all-round worship..."
Amélie and Lucas laughed. "Don't you wish."
"I do wish," he laughed. "Especially with the women in our hospital. But they're all taken..." he said with a mock-sigh. "You're the envy of all the male staff Lucas."
Amélie mock-hit him, outraged. "Away with you!"
Lucas looked at her, amused, as Adam went away in a playful huff. "'Away with you' ? You're now Irish?"
"No, I... I was reading Angela's Ashes today.. oh, go away," she said as he laughed at her. "I'm still not used to your slang, what do you use?"
"Fuck off, generally," he laughed.
"See? At least I'm not resorting to expletives," she smiled flirtily. "I like it when you swear though, oddly enough."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm feeling a little... odd, actually," she said, smiling.
He put his wrist to her forehead to check her temperature.
"I'm not sick, you fool," she said, moving his arm away.
'Honestly, what fools men are. They can't see what's right in front of them...'
He shrugged. "You just seem a bit weird, that's all."
Amélie stifled a laugh at the song that came on the radio.
So she said what's the problem baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm in love
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop thinking 'bout it...
"What are you smiling at?" Lucas asked, confused.
She turned her smile on him. "Thanks for what you did today."
He smiled reassuredly. "Well what did you think I'd do? Sit there and watch you break yourself?"
"Yeah, but you knew exactly what to do to glue the pieces back," she said.
"That's cause I remember my first kill vividly. You always do."
"Who fixed you?"
"Adam," he said, gesturing over towards the neurosurgeon. "He was my resident. He told me basically what I told you, except for the great doctor part. I was crap, that's why I became a pathologist."
"Bull," Sharp said, interrupting. "You were the best on our bloody programme. You just had a morbid fascination with death."
"Liar," he said. "I was never as good as you were."
Sharp laughed and turned to Amélie. "It was always a contest between him and I to see who was the better. I won."
"So modest," he grinned, cuffing her.
Amélie laughed. It was nice to see Sharp as a normal human being, not a doctor.
"Nice work you did there today, Grey," she smiled. "You did me proud."
"Even after the Mrs. Atkinson thing?" she inquired.
Sharp shrugged. "That was my fault as much as yours. Besides, there's nothing you could have done; she was DNR."
Amélie's jaw dropped. "Seriously?"
That piece of information made so much difference. There really was nothing she could have done if Mrs. Atkinson was Do Not Resuscitate. She should have been able to stop her from having a seizure, but by the point she got paged, it was too late.
"Yes," Sharp said.
"I told you," Lucas said, putting an arm around her. "You see? I'm always right."
"What about that time in your first year of med school when you told that guy he had syphillis and his wife fled in tears cause she thought he'd cheated on her when it turned out he didn't have it?"
Amélie cracked up laughing. "Are you serious?"
Lucas was blushing. "Shut up Maia, you're showing me up here."
Amélie was still laughing. "How come you never told me about that?"
Sharp's eyes gleamed. "Oh I have loads of stories..."
"Maia, piss off," Lucas said, red. "Bye. Now."
Sharp winked at her before leaving.
"How come you didn't tell me that?" Amélie laughed.
"Why do you think?"
Amélie shook her head, still laughing.
"Anyway!" he said loudly. "You look lovely."
Amélie grinned. "Hardly, this is just what I had in my locker. And don't change the subject."
"It's kind of embarrassing," he admitted. "And you do look nice."
"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "I am soooo not going to let you forget about that."
"Shut up," he laughed, hitting her lightly on the arm. "It's an easy mistake."
"Uh huh," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Did she divorce him?"
"No," he said, smiling in spite of himself. "I realised I'd made a mistake and phoned her to let her know. They changed doctors."
Amélie laughed. "God, you idiot."
