A Love So Absolutely Clear {Crowen} ✔️

24: doing what's best

"t-cell therapy. is that not doable?"

"this isn't a cancer center, doctor hunt."

"so what? this is a hospital with cancer patients. our daughter included or not."

"and this costs a lot of money."

"then we'll make up for it. what's the big deal?"

"the big deal is," the man fumed. owen and cristina had a meeting with the director from the board to try and convince them to set up the clinical trial novella needed at seattle grace. "the big deal is that you're abusing your powers as chief of surgery to get a clinical trial in a hospital that isn't even a cancer center for your sake!"

"are you seriously gonna say that as if you wouldn't do the same thing?" cristina argued. her hair was up in a bun as she wore a black long sleeved dress that fit tight around her body. a black purse accompanied it.

"mrs. hunt, please."

"it's doctor. and it's yang." she spoke through gritted teeth, while her eyes narrowed and she moved further up her chair. "we asked to set up a clinical trial that we feel will benefit our lives, yes, but that does not exclude the fact that this is a successful clinical trial non-accessible anywhere else a car ride away. that's all. we weren't abusing our authority." her posture remained straight and her hands clutched onto her purse tightly. if she had to fight to get what they needed, she would do it without hesitation.

the man didn't clear his throat or to pinch the bridge of his nose. words did not come hard for him and his persona seemed unaffected.

"doctor yang," he corrected himself. "even if we are able to give you this clinical trial, it would take months to set up. speeding up the process would be more expensive than it already is, and until you find the money to do this yourself, seattle grace is in debt."

"we've already explained to you that this can take however long it takes." owen answered. "we just can't risk losing our jobs just because we need to move to the other end of the country for a clinical trial that can be done right here."

cristina added for him. "and i have a published clinical trial i've been getting money from every year. i wouldn't pause to think of using that to fund the trial."

the director just inhaled deeply and folded his hands together in a mannerly way.

"it isn't that simple and you know it." he said, as if ignoring everything they said. "it's not just funding for the trial, we need to hire doctors who know how everything works. we need to find money for the research, we need to factor in the other patients who'll go through with it. it's too much work."

cristina pulled something out of her purse—a packet that she handed over to him. he put on his glasses that were on his desk and looked at them.

"what is this?" he asked, flipping through the pages.

"it's my research on patients with a.l.l.." she explained, folding her hands together on her lap. "as you know, children are more likely to get this disease than adults. forty percent of adults are actually cured, and around forty percent of children die after five years. one of the first procedures we do on patients is a stem cell transplant, which many people are not able to get because of their HLA. if chemo becomes too aggressive, which a lot of the time it does, it is inevitable for one to need a transplant, however cannot get one because they cannot find a match." she said this clearly and precisely. she knew exactly what she was talking about.