𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬, greys anatomy

oii. motor mouth

oii. motor mouth
5.01

Oliver Lee-Sunny was trying to stay calm as he stood beside Major Owen Hunt in the bustling ER. The trauma surgeon was seated on a gurney, his leg bleeding through a poorly wrapped bandage that he had probably grabbed when he had a spare moment in passing.

Oliver's hands shook slightly as he reached into the medical cart for suturing supplies. He was beyond nervous, which wasn't something that happened often.

Owen, despite his pain, watched him with a calm and reassuring gaze. "Just a scratch, right?" He said with a hint of a smile, trying to ease the tension.

Oliver nodded quickly, his admiration for Owen clear in his eyes. "Yeah, just a scratch. We'll have you patched up in no time, sir."

He couldn't help but remember the incident that had left him in awe of Owen. The way Owen had saved a man's life by performing an emergency tracheotomy with nothing more than a pen washed by the snow was something Oliver had never heard before.

It was like something out of a movie, and here he was, with that same man, tasked with fixing him up. That was like a dream come true but also a nightmare.

"I've got two siblings, you know. A older brother and a twin sister. My brother's like my role model, he works here actually, and my sister - well, she's the better one of us two. Always top of her class. Me, I've always been more of a hands-on person, you know? I've gotten into trouble here and there too, but not much!" Oliver blabbered nervously as he prepared the suturing needle.

Owen nodded, listening patiently. He knew the value of letting people talk, especially when they were nervous. He's worked in the army, and something he was taught was the importance of conversation. "Sounds like you have a full house."

"Yeah, it's always chaotic, but a good one," Oliver continued, focusing on cleaning the wound. "My mom says I talk too much, which I think makes it worse, but I guess it helps me think, you know? Keeps my mind steady."

"You're doing great, Oliver," Owen encouraged. His voice was calm and steady, the kind of voice that made people believe things were going to be okay.

Oliver glanced up and smiled, feeling a bit more confident. "Thanks, sir. It means a lot coming from you." He started to suture the wound, his hands steadier now.

Owen winced slightly but didn't complain. "I have a sister too. We're pretty close. Always looked out for each other growing up. It's good to have family like that."

"Yeah," Oliver nodded. "Family's everything. I love them all."

He carefully threaded the suture through Owen's skin, focusing on keeping the stitches neat and secure. "I'm sorry, I normally don't blabber like this."

Owen waved him off. "It's okay, Sunny."

"You know, I'm still kind of in awe of what you did with that pen. I mean, saving that guy's life like that-it was incredible." Oliver gave this big, bright, dimple showing smile as he pulled the thread tighter. "Sorry."

Owen's expression softened. "You've done great work today, Sunny. Remember that. It's not always about the grand gestures. Sometimes, it's the small acts of care that make the biggest difference. Like you chatting with me and giving me a chance to feel like a normal person and not a patient."

Oliver took in those words, feeling their weight and the effect of them. He realized that being a good doctor - and a good person - wasn't just about the best sutures or best ideas. It was about the everyday moments of kindness too.

He finished the last stitch and tied it off with a steady hand. "There we go. All stitched up. I used some good high grade ones for you too."

Owen looked down at his leg and then back at Oliver, giving him an approving nod. "You did well. Thank you."

Oliver felt a surge of pride. "Just doing my job, sir. But, really, I should be the one thanking you. What you did with that pen, saving that man, it was incredible. I've never seen anything like it."

Owen nodded. "You're going to make a great surgeon, Oliver. Just keep learning and stay curious."

Oliver packed up the medical supplies, and started to clean up. "If you need anything else, just let me know. I'll be around."

Owen nodded again. "I appreciate that. And don't worry, you'll get plenty of practice. But if you keep this up, you'll be patching people up with pens in no time."

They shared a brief laugh, the tension easing away. For Oliver, this was more than just a successful day of great patient care; it was a moment of growth, guided by the steady hand and kind words of a mentor he didn't even know.

As Owen stood up and walked away, Oliver stayed behind to clean up the remaining supplies. He put everything where it needed to be, his mind still buzzing. He looked up just as Owen was about to leave the ER.

"Major Hunt!" Oliver called out, his voice a bit louder than intended. Owen turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Thank you," Oliver said, his voice loud. "Thanks for being so patient with me. I know I talk a lot."

Owen walked back over, a genuine smile on his face. "Oliver, there's nothing wrong with talking. Sometimes, it's what keeps us sane. And about that motor mouth - sometimes, it's what saves lives." ( He'd learn that later on, when anything ever went wrong. ) "Just keep being you, and don't be afraid to use that voice of yours."

Oliver nodded, feeling a warm sense of validation and happiness.