Stole My Heart ❤️ {A Jackson Avery love story}

Chapter 156:

I'm walking through the halls with Jackson.

Delilah: Dylan and April are getting test results to find out if their baby is type II or type III. I assume Robbins is gonna have them rushed.
Jackson: yeah, I can assume.

We turn the corner and we see Dylan sitting in a chair looking sad.

Delilah: Dyl.

I sit next to Dylan and place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Dylan: we won't get results until tomorrow.
Delilah: is there anything we can do?
Dylan: hold me and tell me everything is gonna be okay.

I pull my pseudo brother in-law into a hug.

Delilah: I can't tell you everything will be okay, because I'd be lying to you. But I can tell you that we'll be here for you, no matter what.
Dylan: if he has type II, I want to terminate. But April wants to keep him. I don't... I don't know how to feel.
Delilah: I'm sure you guys will figure things out.

I kiss Dylan on the head then Jackson and I walk off.

-later-

I'm sitting in the computer lab listening to aunt Amy. I was shocked to hear that Dr. Herman had an inoperable tumor, and when Amy told me that she had a plan to remove it, I was so proud. I listen closely as she presents to the residents plus Webber and I.

Amy: and then– and this sounds crazy, I know, so don't even– I'll– I'll build in a distribution of a radioactive seed during surgery, keeping Dr. Herman's tumor bed free of recurring cells.
Stephanie: I thought you were going to use a laser.
Amy: I am. I already did. We're way past that.
Webber: try and keep up. Uh, I'm sorry Shepherd but this is a great opportunity for them to learn.
Amy: I know, it's fine. The laser is for ablating cells off the optic nerve—
Jo: it's a massive butterfly glioma.
Amy: well, it's not just massive. I mean... it's magnificent.
Delilah: hell yeah it is.
Jo: no, no, no. I-I mean that, won't a laser take months?
Amy: a-again, uh, before that, I'll be using the ultrasonic surgical aspirator to mush and flush the cells, then the sexy laser and the– yeah.
Stephanie: I'm sorry, I'm just lost. Um, you were just talking about the laser ablation. So is that confined to the optic chiasm or will that extend—
Amy: guys, step back. Look at the whole big, beautiful, shapely thing. Every part of this tumor's body will respond differently. You will need a multitude of approaches. You will have to be gentle with one part and rough with the other. That is the only way she will respond. Get it?
Jo: I don't see tumors the way she does.
Delilah: nobody can see tumors the way my aunt Amy works. Even I can't, and I'm literally in the same field as her. She's just a different breed than I am.
Amy: damn straight.

Amy and I chuckle and share a high five.

Stephanie: didn't five surgeons say any one of these approaches would likely kill the patient?
Amy: ... six. But, none of them tried it all at the same time. It should work.
Webber: maybe we should start over again from the beginning.
Amy: okay. I will begin with a, uh, bifrontal approach...

I continue to listen to my aunt and watch her with pride. I've always been so inspired by Amy my whole life, and I've never been more proud to call her my aunt.

-later-

I'm walking around in the lobby when I find Dylan sitting alone.

Delilah: hey bud. Where's April?
Dylan: with her mom. She flew in and she took April to go to church and pray.
Delilah: oh. Is there anything I can do?
Dylan: can you hug me again? I need my sister.