·˚ ༘ ┊͙[magnetic hearts and souls] ! ˊˎ
in which the brain surgeon and the heart surgeon are like magnets, their hearts being pulled together slowly. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 in which the brain surgeon and the heart surgeon have been through it all, but n...
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lvii. ❝don't you touch my icicle!❞ 5.02
"A damsel in distress!" The army man, who Atlas had learnt was named Owen Hunt, chuckled as he walked over towards Christina and Atlas.
"She's no damsel." Atlas snapped. Both Owen and Christina sent him a pointed look.
"I have an icicle in me. I'm a damn damsel." Christina counted and glared at Atlas.
The cardio surgeon raised his hands in surrender, "Yikes, C. Fine, take her inside!" Atlas dramatically pointed towards the hospital.
Owen nodded, "Okay..." The red head kneeled down and picked Christina up bridal style.
"This way." Atlas directed as Owen followed him towards an empty privet ER room. Atlas opened the door, "Here you go." He held the door open for Christina and Owen.
"Thanks A." Christina nodded, expecting him to leave now that she was settled down on the gurney, but Atlas didn't budge and moved even further into the room to get the stuff for a monitor.
"Put her on a monitor, order a portable radio application!" Meredith exclaimed as she swung open the door to Christina's ER room.
"Jesus lordy." Atlas yelped.
"I'm going to cut your top off." Meredith told Christina.
"It's between my ninth and tenth intercostal space." Christina informed. "There's no hemo or pneumothorax. My vitals are stable. Just pull it out."
"I wouldn't." Hunt denied as he used his stethoscope to listen to Christina's heart.
"Mind your own business!" Christina snapped towards Owen.
"Who is this guy?" Meredith looked between Atlas and Christina.
"Get this thing out of me." Christina pleaded looking to Meredith.
Oliver smirked as he entered the room, just as he had heard Christina's plead for Meredith to pull the icicle out. "Sounds good." He nodded enthusiastically and reached out to grasp the icicle.
Just before he could wrap his hand around it Christina turned her head to glare at him. "No, don't you touch my icicle!" She shrieked.
"Mer," Christina sighed. "I already screwed up in front of the chief today once I can't — I missed up a suture, and now he's looking at me like I'm number twelve. Atly, Mer, please, no one gets to see me like this, okay?"
