·˚ ༘ ┊͙[magnetic hearts and souls] ! ˊˎ
in which the brain surgeon and the heart surgeon are like magnets, their hearts being pulled together slowly. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 in which the brain surgeon and the heart surgeon have been through it all, but n...
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xix. white coat 10.01
Atlas Lee-Sunny was a good person. He cared about others, he chose to be optimistic some of the time, he had a good heart. Atlas loved, he cared, he smiled and baked cookies for the nurses. Atlas waswell, Atlas.
But when Derek tried to steal his white coat, after a moment of steamy fun in the on call room, Atlas narrowed his eyes and glared until Derek slowly handed the coat back.
That was his white coat. He earned that fair and square. He worked so hard to have it, from late night studying to all nighters at the hospital, to saving lives. He earned it. It was his, he'd be dammed if he let anyone touch it.
"Have you heard from Webber?" Derek questioned, his voice a little scratchy. He was supposed to have a quick meeting with the man about his hours, wanting a few less so he could focus on his children and family — don't forget the dogs!
"No." Atlas shook his head. He hadn't, not lately anyways, last he had, was before Meredith had given birth. "He told me before Mer had her baby that he needed to check on the back up generator? Or maybe it was something else in the basement."
Derek hummed as he stepped closer towards the door. Pausing, he leaned forward and placed a kiss to his husbands lips, parting, he smiled. "Love you, baby."
Atlas grinned like a puppy who met their forever home for the first time, an imaginary tail wagging. "Love you too, Der."
Atlas leaves the room, his husband following behind a minute later so people don't see them leave together — not that they're ashamed of what they're doing, but just because not everyone needs to know when they sneak away.
They go separate ways. Derek towards the emergency room where he's being paged by his fellow, Grayson Morris. Atlas towards the basement to see what was taking Richard Webber so long, because why do the lights keep flickering, even after they've been turned back on? Atlas is no electrician, and neither is Richard, so what makes him think they could do anything ? — we'll they can both hold a scalpel with steady hands, what's the difference with a screw driver?
The door swings open, and Atlas lets out a gasp as his gaze lands on the sight in front of him. Resisting the urge to run towards, Atlas pulls out his phone and dials Meredith, whom he knows would answer.
"Hello?" Meredith's voice comes through the small speaker on his phone. "Is everything okay, Atlas?"
"No! I'm in the basement and I need help, Webber and Brooks is here, we — I — they need help, Mer." Atlas speaks quickly as she kneels as close as he can to the edge before the water, where he could lean slightly to see if he could touch one of the two. "They're both breathing."
