Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Harry

I’m back in my office looking over some new cases from yesterday but for the first time in my whole career I start laughing like a crazy man, my thoughts  being still at his silly excuse of not having tiramisu. Like, couldn't he find a better one? My moment of craziness gets interrupted by the door and for the first time I hated my rule of no knocks on my door because the nurse that entered looked at me in confusion followed by a shy smile. I look at her waiting for her to talk. 

“Doctor Styles you told me to announce you when Doctor Oliver is back.”

I nod remembering I have to talk with Oliver and stand up quickly and smile “Thank you!” She gives me a small nod and I leave the room. On my way towards Oliver’s office I think of the right way of starting this conversation  because it’s not easy asking the chief surgeon why on earth his professionalism and experience completely disappeared. But here I am, in front of his door waiting for his response.

“Come in!” No way back now. I enter and he greets me with a smile, which I return and I sit down in front of him. “What happened, Harry?”

I look at him and say four words “I saw the surgery” which make him fall back on his chair which gives me an answer without saying a word, something is happening. 

“What did you see?” He asks like everytime we discuss a surgery.

“Do you want the surgeon to answer you or Harry?” I ask this because there’s a difference and that difference is big.

“The surgeon first”

I look at him and say “I saw an inexperienced surgeon doing his first surgery that brought a big mistake that cost a life. I saw uncertainty, fear, and unprofessionalism. All these take me to two conclusions and I am scared to choose one. You will either retair or something worse happened and your health got affected.”

He gives me a soft smile that makes my heart beating faster knowing this is a bad sign. “I am so happy to see your progress. Your thinking and way of seeing things progressed so beautifully. I’m so proud.” 

“Oliver, what is happening?” I ask wanting to know the truth already

“I am dealing with an incurable illness.”  

And this is the moment the whole world stopped for me. In these moments of not finding the strength to make my lungs function, I succeed just to blink and open my mouth without saying anything because no words are leaving my mouth. I am begging myself to unfreeze and function again and by the time I feel my nails hurting the palm of my hand I'm functioning again and I am thankful the surgeon kicked in.

"I have some questions about this. One, what illness? Two, for how long? Three, how much time do you have left? Four, why are you allowed to do surgeries? Five, how did the boss not notice your obvious mistake?" 

And apparently my concerns are funny because he laughs and I freeze once again, in confusion this time. He takes a deep breath and leans towards his desk. "I'm gonna answer them one by one. One, cancer. Two, a few years. Three, two months. Four, no one knows. Five, he didn't notice because it was a mistake only the best surgeons would notice." 

"What do you mean two months? Why on Earth did you not retire and stay with your family?" I look at his eyes, he looks at mine.

"Because you weren't ready." I frown because I didn't understand what that has to do with my stage of professionalism and he starts explaining himself. "Now you are ready to be the chief surgeon. And I can die peacefully knowing I left this hospital in your hands. Because you are the best surgeon this hospital will ever have."

"You know I hate to be praised, Oliver. And you never did that and you said you never will. And what are you even saying? I am not the best surgeon here."

"Harry, when did you start underestimating yourself? Yesterday you did the almost same surgery on your patient and your surgery was even more difficult than mine, your patient is alive and healthy. Everyone in this hospital knows what you're really capable of. I talked with our boss and you will be the chief surgeon."

"What about your cancer? It can't be treated? Slowed down? Nothing?"

"No, Harry. I'm old enough, child, I'll leave this earth" 

"So you will leave me as the chief surgeon? I'm 25, I'm very young next to the other surgeons here."

"And you are the only one that noticed the mistake I made." I start laughing rasing my arms in the air.

"Maybe because I am the only one that watched it? Do you really think I am the one that deserves to be the chief surgeon? To take your place because this is what I am supposed to do, Oliver! I am supposed to be as good as you are. As wise as you are."

"Do you think you are not as wise as I am?" I stop and look at him. 

"Thank you for trusting me, Oliver." I stand up and look at him again. "And I am really sorry to hear that you are dealing with cancer, I really hope it won't be the way you expect it to be. Miracles happen." 

He gives me a soft smile and gets up to hug me. I finally leave the room and the building and let out a big breath I don't know I was holding in. 

This is why I refuse to care about men.

My breath stopped the moment I saw the waiter staring at me while cleaning the tables from the front of the café. And I have to say even from a distance I can see his back muscles and I swallow hard while he turns his head shaking it. 

Does he feel as powerless as I feel?

I shake my head, fix my doctor coat and go back to the hospital. I will be the chief surgeon. 

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A new part is here, Harry got some bad news, depends on how you see it, he got two or three bad news:)) What will he do about it?