DRUNK OFF OF GREY'S ANATOMY! -------- "Christine," Meredith barked."Lay off the work please." "It's Young here, Ellis." I snapped, scrubbing up. "Listen to me Christine," she said, grabbing my arm. "Dont do this to yourself. This is Jack's father youre operating on..." "I'm operating on him in a week," I said, pulling my gloves on. "Right now, I'm dealing with someone in bypass." Christine Young, 29. Japanese American. That's me alright. "What's the story?" I asked Derek Shepard. "10 week pregnant girl flew through a car window..." he said. "And she has a glass shard slowly moving up her chest to her heart." Birk added. I signed, shaking my head. I was shaky, and extracted the bloody death weapon from her body. Birk gasped as blood squirted onto my body and he panicked,"The aorta cavity is sliced open, we need to replace it!" he yelled. "Shut up and get the artificial one Birk! I need it STAT!" I barked, trying to stop her from dying of a stroke AND blood loss. Birk crashed into a door, and ran fast back with it. "I-I need another pair of hands!" I yelled. Birk was going to speak up and I hissed,"You're an INTERN! GO GET GEORGE!" I whacked the PAGING button on the pager on my waist, hoping it wouldn't take to long. "You called?~" he asked. "Damn straight! Get scrubbed!" I yelled, nodding towards the ward.
:3 ----- "What's the problem?" he asked automatically. "She's under bypass, pregnant and will die of a stroke in under five minutes,"I growled. "And, I need you to put the artificial aorta in." "Fuck." he groaned, taking a scalpel, making an incision. I used the forceps and moved her damaged natural aorta away and put it on the foreign objects tray. I helped George place the new aorta and we talked about his dad's surgery and test results. "So uh....George..." "Yeah?" he asked, slicking some antibiotic gel on the surface of the aorta. "We got your dad's test results back..." I murmured, sewing her chest up. "How are they?" he asked, in worry. "They're..... .......Abnormal, Georgie....."
Aight, if You've seen GREY'S Anatomy, this case will sound familiar. It's when George's father was admitted to the hospital. Do not say I'm copying ANYTHING. I'm just doing the story line. Characters are NOT mine either. ----------- George stood back from the table, against the wall. I was cleaning the excess blood after sewing. "A-Abnormal?" he stuttered. I chucked the last Q-tip in the trash and asked Shepard to bring the girl to the recovery room. "Yes George, abnormal." "How abnormal?!" he barked at me. "Your father has cancer of the esophagus....and it's taken over his stomach cavity....." He began to tremble, and held on to the railing of the stairs to level two. "........." "George, we have to tell him, you know that right?" "......." "Meet me in your father's room in five minutes, okay?" I said, walking all the way to his father's room. In there was the father himself and his other two sons were there too. "Hello Mr. Malloy." I said sweetly. "How am I doin' doc?" "We'll tell you in one moment, we just need George." George stumbled as he walked in, just as if he was drunk. "Alrighty, George, your dad wants his test results." I said, almost heartlessly. George stood still, crying in silence, which meant,'Christine, you tell him'. "Mr.Mallory," I said, losing my normal tone."You have cancer in the esophagus and it's moved to your stomach. We need to do surgery to remove it." His father and brothers blinked.
One of the brothers piped up,"But cancer runs in the family! The test result is probably wrong!" "Shut up!" George snapped, wiping his tears on his doctor coat. "I'll leave you alone," I said. "I have a staff's father to operate on...." I awkwardly left to operate on Jack's father, trying not to concentrate on George's father. "What's up with Bryce Farell?" I asked putting on my scrubs while talking to Derek. "Bryce is suffering from a tumor in his knee...." he said, flipping though 8 papers on the clipboard. "Anything that should be suspected?" I asked. "Nothing should be suspected." "Good. This won't take long." Or that's what I thought.......
I injected the serum and he fell asleep in an instant. I traced a line down his knee, slicing it open with my scalpel. I looked at the tumor, and gasped. "It's blackened!" Birk blinked and replied,"What?!" "The tumor has blackened! It's been infected with something else!" "What could it be!?" I began to slice, little by little off, huffing. I put a part of it in a small disk shaped dish and handed it to Birk. "Go run the sample!" I barked. He ran quickly, meanwhile. I extracted it, cleaning up the waterfall of blood. Birk was tripping over his own legs and held on to the rail. "Well, WHAT IS IT?!" "It's Guilt, Dr. Young." "Oh no.... Guilt?....." "Pompei Guilt, more precise." "Pompei........" Jack's father.....Has Guilt..... F1L3 023341 POMPEI GUILT Pompei, a form of Guilt found in 2005 was exterminated with the last patient in their death bed. Pompei is a type of germ that must be burned with a surgical laser and extracted before sapping the patient of energy to kill them. UPD473D FILE-POMPEI It's now 2016, and Guilt Pompei has struck again. The patient's knee has been infected and it slowly spreads... I panicked and hit my head on the door. "George!" I barked. "Cover for me while I find the serum!" I ran up two flights of stairs and screamed at Victor. "Victor!" "What Christine?" "P-Pompei injection, STAT!" I hissed, stuttering. Tick Tick tick....
I got the guilt idea from a video game called 'Trauma center-under the knife 2'. It's a real badass video game! --------------- Victor tossed me a small bottle with dark blue liquid in it and I shouted,"Thanks Vic!" as I ran back to the O.R. I pushed Birk out of the way, whom was just standing there, staring at the wound. "Godamnit! Move it, Birk!" He awkwardly stood back, and I growled at Meredith. "Ellis, I need a injection needle!" "Right on it, Young!" She gave me a opened needle in a package. I pulled it out, putting the plastic aside and I stuck the needle in the bottle, as I waited for it to suck up the serum. I injected it where I removed the tumor, and everything was becoming normal again. I sewed carefully, then put rubbing alcohol on it and it cleaning out the rest of the Pompei. "Oh Jesus....." I groaned. "Derek, move him to the Recovery ward." "On it, Christine...." he said, blushing and looking up from his work.