Fic: Falling Awake (2/?)
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Fic: Falling Awake
Rating: Nothing bad here, unless you would count angst.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Just when George thought his life couldn’t get any more complicated, it does.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: All the way until the end of the episode “The Other Side of Life” after that my version takes a different route. I started this fic over the summer so this season doesn’t really count, any similarities is only by coincidence. If you haven’t watch S4 yet and are staying away from spoilers don’t worry nothing here will spoil you.
A/N: Many thanks goes to those who have already read a lot of this and help me sort through my writers block. It was much appreciate! :)
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“So this is this a bad surgery to have?” The elderly lady asked, lying in the hospital bed.
“I won’t lie to you Mrs. Harris, quadruple bypass surgery is a serious surgery. The heart is very tricky organ to handle, but Dr. Burke is the finest doctor you could have handling your heart,” Izzie explained, sitting by the bed as the older lady listened while taking deep breaths from the oxygen cord around her nose.
“Well that’s good. My hearts probably a little fragile after the life I’ve lived.” She said, laughing softly. “There are some things in life that will leave its mark on that tricky organ. A mark so deep that it does more damage than any bad cholesterol could do. But I guess you’re still a little too young to understand those kind of marks, huh?”
Izzie smiled sadly at her.
“I can only wish I was,” She said, simply.
The older lady looked into her eyes and saw the very marks she was talking about. She just nodded as Izzie went back to filling out her chart.
“So I know Dr. Burke has explained what he was going to do, but God bless that man, I could hardly understand all that doctor talk he was using. Do you guys have to use the biggest words you can think of? Is that one of the qualifications to be a doctor? If you wouldn’t mind, could you explain again what will happen in little old lady terms?”
Izzie laughed softly as she nodded. “Sure.”
She placed the chart in her lap before beginning.
“First, you will be taken to the operation room on a gurney. And they will gently place you on the operating table.”
Bailey pushed the gurney through the double doors as she rushed down the hallway.
“What the hell happened?” She asked, frantically as they made the turn towards O.R. #1.
“There was coffee on the floor…” Cristina mumbled, following the doctor’s mad push towards the operating room. “… he must have hit his head on the way down…”
They pushed through the doors into the cold operating room and wheeled the bed up to the operating table.
“Okay, people on the count of 3…” Bailey announced, grabbing the backboard as several people, including Cristina, grabbed on to help lift him. “…1….2….3…”
They all lifted and placed the board onto the table. Bailey quickly started taking off the straps that held him securely in place.
Cristina stepped back as she watched her mentor carefully look over George who was lying so still on the table.
“Then the other doctors like myself and Dr. Burke, will wash up to make sure we are clean enough to operate,” Izzie explained, carefully.
“Well that’s good, cleanliness is next to Godliness I say,” Mrs. Harris said, smiling.
Cristina scrubbed her hands as hard as she could. She held them under the hot water and let the cleansing liquid wash the soap foam away. She held her hands up to look at them, but every time she looked at them all she could see was the sight of George’s blood smeared all over them. She grabbed the soap once more.
“Looks like direct head trauma,” The Chief said, from his spot at the scrub sink. “Do you think he’s hemorrhaging into the brain?”
“I won’t know until I get in there,” Derek said, scrubbing his own hands as he looked into the surgical room and watched Bailey stand by the table. “I’m more worried about him swelling out or bone fragments being lodged into his brain.”
Cristina looked over at the two doctors beside her. Both seemed to be mesmerized by Bailey’s protective watch over her fellow intern. The possible problems they were describing were all horrible outcomes in her mind. Any of the problems they described could be very crucial or even fatal for George. Cristina swallowed hard as she went back to her scrubbing without looking at the patient in question.
“Well, we’ll need to act quickly,” the chief said, looking over at Derek. “Time is the most crucial thing, right now.”
“I know, I am the award winning neurologist here,” Derek said, giving him a small smile as he looked over at the older man. “Don’t worry Chief, I don’t plan on loosing your intern today. He’s one of Meredith’s friends and Bailey’s intern. Two forces I don’t want to have to answer to if something goes wrong.”
“Right,” the Chief said, nodding as he scrubbed up his arms.
“Then after we all get cleaned up we’ll begin our procedure.” Izzie explained to the older lady.
“But I wont feel a thing right? Because, as Dr. Burke put it, I’ll be put under. I’m not too sure about this putting me under stuff, doesn’t sound to pleasant,” The older lady said, concerned.
“Oh don’t worry Mrs. Harris,” Izzie said, assuring the lady in front of her. “You will be blissfully unaware of the events happening around you. It will be the best sleep you’ve ever had and you’ll never feel a thing.”
“Good, now what are the chances of something going wrong? I mean you said it yourself, the heart is a tricky thing.”
“Right,” Izzie said, sighing. “Well with any surgery you risk the chance of something going wrong.”
“Dr. Shepherd his pressure is dropping,” a nurse said, from her spot by George on the table. Still rooted at her spot in the scrub room, Cristina looked up at the nurse and noticed that she didn’t even know her name. She briefly thought it was kinda funny because she was sure George would know her name.
“We don’t have any more time to guess what could be wrong let’s…”
Before the Chief could finish his sentence Bailey interrupted him with a yell from her spot beside George.
“He’s seizing!!”
Both men ripped paper towels out of their holders and quickly patted down. They pulled their surgical masks over their faces and promptly entered the operation room, leaving Cristina behind in the scrub room standing stalk still.
“But you guys are good, right?” Mrs. Harris asked, lying back in her bed. “You guys know what your doing and can handle anything bad that pops up, right?”
“You’re in good hands here. We will do everything we can to make sure nothing bad pops up.”
“And if something does?”
“Well we’ll face the problem head on then. We’ll do the best we can, I can assure you of that, Mrs. Harris.” Izzie said, confidently.
The older lady nodded her understanding. “I guess that’s the only thing I can ask for, then. Work hard and hope for the best.”
“Right,” Izzie said, smiling. She was about to try to give the patient more reassuring words but Meredith suddenly opened the door.
“Izzie…” She said, breathlessly. “I need to see you.”
Izzie looked up at her fellow intern and furrowed her brow. “Mer, I’m with a patient right now.”
Izzie looked back at Mrs. Harris and smiled. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Harris, please excuse my friend here…
“Iz,” Meredith interrupted, softly.
Izzie looked back at Meredith and noticed the other woman’s worried expression. She looked like she had seen a ghost and than ran all the way there to tell her about it.
But the look sent a chill up Izzie’s spine because she had seen the worried look before. It was the same expression she saw after she found Denny dead. When she was just lying helplessly with her lifeless fiancé, Meredith gave her this look that was somewhere between scared and sadness. Now she saw the same look echoed on her face.
Izzie’s smile slowly dropped.
Cristina stood numbly in the scrub room entrance as she watched the flurry of motion around George.
“He’s flat lined!” Bailey announced from her spot by the monitor.
Derek stood over George and started giving hard compressions to his chest.
“Quick!” The Chief ordered. “Someone get me the paddles!!”
“We’re loosing him!” The nameless nurse yelled.
“Meredith...?” Izzie asked, worried.
“Izzie… it’s George.”
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Fic: Falling Awake
Rating: Nothing bad here, unless you would count angst.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Just when George thought his life couldn’t get any more complicated, it does.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: All the way until the end of the episode “The Other Side of Life” after that my version takes a different route. I started this fic over the summer so this season doesn’t really count, any similarities is only by coincidence. If you haven’t watch S4 yet and are staying away from spoilers don’t worry nothing here will spoil you.
A/N: Many thanks goes to those who have already read a lot of this and help me sort through my writers block. It was much appreciate! :)
>>>
~*~
“So this is this a bad surgery to have?” The elderly lady asked, lying in the hospital bed.
“I won’t lie to you Mrs. Harris, quadruple bypass surgery is a serious surgery. The heart is very tricky organ to handle, but Dr. Burke is the finest doctor you could have handling your heart,” Izzie explained, sitting by the bed as the older lady listened while taking deep breaths from the oxygen cord around her nose.
“Well that’s good. My hearts probably a little fragile after the life I’ve lived.” She said, laughing softly. “There are some things in life that will leave its mark on that tricky organ. A mark so deep that it does more damage than any bad cholesterol could do. But I guess you’re still a little too young to understand those kind of marks, huh?”
Izzie smiled sadly at her.
“I can only wish I was,” She said, simply.
The older lady looked into her eyes and saw the very marks she was talking about. She just nodded as Izzie went back to filling out her chart.
“So I know Dr. Burke has explained what he was going to do, but God bless that man, I could hardly understand all that doctor talk he was using. Do you guys have to use the biggest words you can think of? Is that one of the qualifications to be a doctor? If you wouldn’t mind, could you explain again what will happen in little old lady terms?”
Izzie laughed softly as she nodded. “Sure.”
She placed the chart in her lap before beginning.
“First, you will be taken to the operation room on a gurney. And they will gently place you on the operating table.”
Bailey pushed the gurney through the double doors as she rushed down the hallway.
“What the hell happened?” She asked, frantically as they made the turn towards O.R. #1.
“There was coffee on the floor…” Cristina mumbled, following the doctor’s mad push towards the operating room. “… he must have hit his head on the way down…”
They pushed through the doors into the cold operating room and wheeled the bed up to the operating table.
“Okay, people on the count of 3…” Bailey announced, grabbing the backboard as several people, including Cristina, grabbed on to help lift him. “…1….2….3…”
They all lifted and placed the board onto the table. Bailey quickly started taking off the straps that held him securely in place.
Cristina stepped back as she watched her mentor carefully look over George who was lying so still on the table.
“Then the other doctors like myself and Dr. Burke, will wash up to make sure we are clean enough to operate,” Izzie explained, carefully.
“Well that’s good, cleanliness is next to Godliness I say,” Mrs. Harris said, smiling.
Cristina scrubbed her hands as hard as she could. She held them under the hot water and let the cleansing liquid wash the soap foam away. She held her hands up to look at them, but every time she looked at them all she could see was the sight of George’s blood smeared all over them. She grabbed the soap once more.
“Looks like direct head trauma,” The Chief said, from his spot at the scrub sink. “Do you think he’s hemorrhaging into the brain?”
“I won’t know until I get in there,” Derek said, scrubbing his own hands as he looked into the surgical room and watched Bailey stand by the table. “I’m more worried about him swelling out or bone fragments being lodged into his brain.”
Cristina looked over at the two doctors beside her. Both seemed to be mesmerized by Bailey’s protective watch over her fellow intern. The possible problems they were describing were all horrible outcomes in her mind. Any of the problems they described could be very crucial or even fatal for George. Cristina swallowed hard as she went back to her scrubbing without looking at the patient in question.
“Well, we’ll need to act quickly,” the chief said, looking over at Derek. “Time is the most crucial thing, right now.”
“I know, I am the award winning neurologist here,” Derek said, giving him a small smile as he looked over at the older man. “Don’t worry Chief, I don’t plan on loosing your intern today. He’s one of Meredith’s friends and Bailey’s intern. Two forces I don’t want to have to answer to if something goes wrong.”
“Right,” the Chief said, nodding as he scrubbed up his arms.
“Then after we all get cleaned up we’ll begin our procedure.” Izzie explained to the older lady.
“But I wont feel a thing right? Because, as Dr. Burke put it, I’ll be put under. I’m not too sure about this putting me under stuff, doesn’t sound to pleasant,” The older lady said, concerned.
“Oh don’t worry Mrs. Harris,” Izzie said, assuring the lady in front of her. “You will be blissfully unaware of the events happening around you. It will be the best sleep you’ve ever had and you’ll never feel a thing.”
“Good, now what are the chances of something going wrong? I mean you said it yourself, the heart is a tricky thing.”
“Right,” Izzie said, sighing. “Well with any surgery you risk the chance of something going wrong.”
“Dr. Shepherd his pressure is dropping,” a nurse said, from her spot by George on the table. Still rooted at her spot in the scrub room, Cristina looked up at the nurse and noticed that she didn’t even know her name. She briefly thought it was kinda funny because she was sure George would know her name.
“We don’t have any more time to guess what could be wrong let’s…”
Before the Chief could finish his sentence Bailey interrupted him with a yell from her spot beside George.
“He’s seizing!!”
Both men ripped paper towels out of their holders and quickly patted down. They pulled their surgical masks over their faces and promptly entered the operation room, leaving Cristina behind in the scrub room standing stalk still.
“But you guys are good, right?” Mrs. Harris asked, lying back in her bed. “You guys know what your doing and can handle anything bad that pops up, right?”
“You’re in good hands here. We will do everything we can to make sure nothing bad pops up.”
“And if something does?”
“Well we’ll face the problem head on then. We’ll do the best we can, I can assure you of that, Mrs. Harris.” Izzie said, confidently.
The older lady nodded her understanding. “I guess that’s the only thing I can ask for, then. Work hard and hope for the best.”
“Right,” Izzie said, smiling. She was about to try to give the patient more reassuring words but Meredith suddenly opened the door.
“Izzie…” She said, breathlessly. “I need to see you.”
Izzie looked up at her fellow intern and furrowed her brow. “Mer, I’m with a patient right now.”
Izzie looked back at Mrs. Harris and smiled. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Harris, please excuse my friend here…
“Iz,” Meredith interrupted, softly.
Izzie looked back at Meredith and noticed the other woman’s worried expression. She looked like she had seen a ghost and than ran all the way there to tell her about it.
But the look sent a chill up Izzie’s spine because she had seen the worried look before. It was the same expression she saw after she found Denny dead. When she was just lying helplessly with her lifeless fiancé, Meredith gave her this look that was somewhere between scared and sadness. Now she saw the same look echoed on her face.
Izzie’s smile slowly dropped.
Cristina stood numbly in the scrub room entrance as she watched the flurry of motion around George.
“He’s flat lined!” Bailey announced from her spot by the monitor.
Derek stood over George and started giving hard compressions to his chest.
“Quick!” The Chief ordered. “Someone get me the paddles!!”
“We’re loosing him!” The nameless nurse yelled.
“Meredith...?” Izzie asked, worried.
“Izzie… it’s George.”
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