Moments [Mark Sloan]

Chapter .01

California

"I think you're being unreasonable." A woman with light blonde hair huffed sitting in the lounge area. Her coworker, friend, and sometimes one-night stand, Joey Fox, lay on the couch beside her moaning and groaning.

He had just finished a twelve-hour surgery that could've been prevented, but unfortunately, his patient isn't the brightest light bulb, "Unreasonable?" Joey scoffed, sinking deeper into the pillow.

"Yes," she nodded, "unreasonable."

"You hate the rain, Melody. Do you really think you'll like Seattle? Sure, he's offering you a pretty penny but..." The surgeon's voice trailed off, muffled in the red pillow.

Melody sighed, now sinking into her seat watching Joey on the couch whose face was hidden, "I think I need a change of pace. Change is good." Her tone sounded as if she was trying to convince herself into it.

"Your hair will get frizzy from the rain." Joey retorted, knowing his coworker all too well, "You'll piss and whine about it."

"I will not!" she huffed, lying through her teeth.

"Liar."

"Asshole."

A chuckle escaped Joey's lips before groaning, stretching his joints on the couch. Melody heard a little pop, she only assumed it was his tight bones from the hours he had to endure standing up.

"You don't want to go to Seattle," he stated, like a cold fact you'll find in the textbooks.

Before she could clap back, an intern stubbled into the lounge holding a piece of paper looking pathetic. The two doctors looked up, not amused by the not-so-nimble entrance.

"Doctor Tyler," the intern spoke up, looking between the two powerhouses, feeling nervous, "I'm sorry to bother you. I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation. I can always-"

"Spit it out, Butterworth." Melody barked, her mood doing a complete one-eighty.

The intern nodded quickly, handing the women the contents, "It's Mr. West's lab results. He didn't pass his tox screening."

Melody furrowed her eyebrows together, snatching the paper out of the intern's hands, glancing over the words she sighed, already feeling the pressure build-up in her head.

"Crystal meth?" Joey asked, glancing over at Melody's expression.

"Heroin," she replied, handing the paper back to the intern and standing up, "we can't do the surgery until he's sober...is he going through withdrawal right now?"

The intern nodded, "He is attempting to play it off but he's sweating, restless, and he's pale. It's only a matter of time before he starts vomiting. He keeps on asking where you are and when you're going to do the surgery."

"I'll be out in a minute, update his chart and wait for me at the nurse's station in front of his room. Make sure he doesn't leave." Melody rubbed her temples as the intern left without another word.

Annoyance built inside her stomach at the thought of dealing with the current situation, "It sounds like he's going to be having one hell of a week."

Melody rolled her eyes, "I noticed his veins and eyes were shot but damn, heroin?" The woman shook her head standing up, letting out a little huff, "Looks like I'll be on my way to confront my druggy patient, and I guess you can-"

"Sleep," Joey mumbled putting his face back into the pillow.

The woman smiled slightly looking at her friend who she will be leaving soon, "Yeah, sleep."