Wednesday Imagines

Bad day- Catherine

Reader is 33
Cathrine is 53

"...time of death: 15:12." You say dejectedly, sweat dripping down your face along with a couple tears.

You sigh sadly and put your hand on the little boys head, closing your eyes for a minute. After composing yourself, you stand up straight.

"Notify the morgue, I'm gonna go talk to the parents." You tell the nurse before walking out of the room.

"Doctor Zeta-Jones, is he okay?! Please tell me he's okay!"

"Holly, Jake had a post-op complication and he threw a massive clot." You tell her, letting her take your hands nervously. Tears fill your eyes which makes her shake her head.

"No."

"But after 45 minutes of trying to revive him, Jake died. I am so, so sorry for your loss, Holly."

The hysterical Mother falls into your arms and sobs against your shoulder. You look up, desperately trying to stop the tears from falling. Death is apart of the job, but it never gets easier, especially when it's kids. You would think after 10 years of being a surgeon, death would just be another part of your day, but it's never that easy.

A couple minutes later, Holly pulls away from you. "Can I see him?"

"Of course." You say. "Wilson, stay with Miss Benson until the morgue arrives, and then take care of my post-ops."

"Of course, Doctor Zeta-Jones."

Once your resident takes Holly, you turn to one of the nurses. "Push my cholecystectomy to tomorrow, I'm going home."

"Yes, doctor."

It's only 3pm but you've lost 3 kids today, one in the ER, and two admitted patients. There's only so much pain and death you can take for one day.

Being the chief of paediatric surgery, you see more patients in your department than anyone else, and you also see more successful cases than unsuccessful ones, but when you do have patients die, it hurts so bad, especially when you build a relationship with them.

After gathering your belongings and getting into your car, you call your wife.

"Hello, my love."

Just at the sound of her voice, you let out a small cry.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

"Can I come see you? I know you're working, I just-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Of course you can come see me, my love. Why don't you take a minute and gather yourself?"

You breathe shakily, trying to control your tears.

"That's it, my love. There we go, deep breaths."

After a few deep breaths, you feel yourself calming down.

"I love you so much, darling. I'll see you soon, ok?"

"O-Ok."

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Catherine was waiting for you the in car park when you arrived, instantly catching you when you collapsed into tears in her arms.

"I've got you, my love." She reassures and kisses your head, swaying you slowly. "You're okay."

You cry harder at her words. You killed that little boy, you took him from his Mother. He was only 6.

This isn't the first time you've come to Catherine like this after a hard day. Usually, you'd be at home so she'd bring you to bed bad hold you in her arms, whilst gently telling you about her day, knowing you like the distraction. Only when you've calmed down, she draws you both a bath and lets you relax even more. The bath is either followed by dinner or a nap, but she never leaves your side. She understands how hard your job is, and she hates how much is effects your mental health at times, but she also knows how much you love it as well. She loves it when you come home after a 48 hours shift, absolutely drained, exhausted, and starving, but so riled up and excited to tell her about every second of it. She loves how passionate you are, it's one of her favourite things about you.