My Roommate is my Type? (Catradora Modern AU, SMUT heavy)

Chapter 28 : With atonement comes a Deal

Adoras POV:

Catras face conveyed everything she failed to put into words. Desperation, fear, tears and pain are all on display in equal amounts and after seeing Ms Zaychik like this, it was blatantly obvious that all that hate and hurt had just been replaced with regret and worry. Catra never really hated her mom but was convinced that her mom hated her and had no way to deal with it

Before we could even sit down, the door opened and a middle aged Doctor in scrubs greeted us, asking us to talk outside

"I'm glad you could find some time in your... busy schedule to visit you mother ms Zaychik" he said, not hiding his contempt while Catra remained silent, still shocked over her mothers appearance "We have her scheduled for a partial gastrectomy tomorrow morning to remove the tumorous growth. While her vitals are stable, this kind of Surgery is a tremendous stress for the body and she is already quite weak" he said, muttering further "not like you care" under his breath. Before i can start telling him to mind his own business, Catra snapped out of it, walking up to the Doc until she was face to face with him

"Words can not describe what this Woman has done to me and you can keep your fucking passive aggressive comments to yourself, Asshole. The fact that im here is already more than she deserves and she knows it"

He took a step back, clearly not prepared for an open confrontation "She's your mother... this is why your generation..." he started and Catra turned to me

"Please talk to the moron before I skin him" not waiting for an answer, she disappeared back into the room

"I'm sorry, you are? What's your relation here? This is confidential information..."

Things like "She's my roommate" or "Girlfriend" wouldn't be enough to make a case here... so I did what my Dad would have done and pulled out the Lawyer talk "Do you need my Wife to sign anything or do you just feel that pressuring her alleviates your boredom on a slow day?"

"W-wife?... " He tried to check his notes, in case there was anything to substantiate my claim but I pressed him

"Answer me and disappear before I make a few calls and bury you in so much Malpractice litigations that your Grandkids are gonna owe us money"

"F-for what?" he asked, pushing his chest out with every bit of Fake bravado he could

"Causing a Family member's distress during trying times is simple medical malpractice. You just basically told her that she was fine if her own Mother died, causing mental distress or trauma that will haunt her, should her mom actually not survive and that is more than enough basis to sue you on... have you never heard of tact or bedside manners? How old are you?"

He looked around, seeing the few Nurses had started to look our way and knew he wasn't going to win this "I... apologize if I.."

"Wrong person and she doesn't want to hear it. Do you need anything signed?" I asked, a bit louder and more aggressively

"...no. Just tell her that the operation is tomorrow at 9. She can visit her the day after"

"Will do.. are you her attending Physician?"

"Me? No i'm just.."

"Good" I turned on my heel and walked back into the room, feeling great after the verbal bashing I just handed out... until I walked up to the bed. Catras mother was whispering something in a language I didn't understand, still fast asleep "What is she.."

"Don't go.. don't leave me" Catra answered, her knees pulled up to her Chest and her arm covering her mouth, still seemingly in disbelief about how her mother looked "She's talking russian, something she only ever done when she was drunk" Catra let out a long, shaky breath, rubbing her Hands on her eyes while I took a seat beside her