·˚ ༘ ┊͙[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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xxv. ❝anakin and padmé ❞ 10.07
Grey — Sloan Memorial wasn't immune to Halloween, not when Atlas Lee-Sunny was working. It was practically a requirement to embrace the chaos of costumes and candy when he was around on the 31st. The nurses' station looked like it had been hit by a festive whirlwind — pumpkin-shaped candy bowls, strands of orange and purple fairy lights, and a garland of paper bats swaying slightly every time someone walked past.
There was even a foam graveyard sign perched on the counter with "RIP SLEEP" scrawled across it in glittery letters. Atlas had been the mastermind behind it all, of course. He always is, he always will be.
He stood in the middle of it now, his gender-bent Padmé Amidala costume as dramatic as it was fabulous. He adjusted the decorative belt at his waist before turning his attention to one of the nurses. "Your witch hat is crooked," he pointed out, reaching up to tweak the brim. "There. Now you're ready to cast some spells, or maybe scare Derek into actually sharing his snacks."
The nurse laughed, swatting him lightly with a clipboard. "Atlas Lee—Sunny, he'll always share snacks with you."
Atlas grinned, tossing a mini chocolate bar into one of the overflowing candy bowls. "Too much? No, no, just enough." His eyes twinkled as the other nurses joined in with their own laughter.
They adored him, and honestly, how could they not? He's always been so kind to them, and seen them as someone who was much more than a nurse who was only good for drawing blood. They did everything they could to help, and Atlas appreciated them.
Across the room, Derek Shepherd leaned casually against the counter, his Anakin Skywalker costume effortlessly cool and perfectly tailored, of course. Thanks to Lilla, who had great sowing skills, something she picked up after her husbands passing. He watched Atlas with an amused smile tugging at his lips. Derek had tried to convince him to go as another Jedi, but no, Atlas had insisted on being Padmé.
'Balance in the force,' he'd said, as if that explained anything. Derek had little idea of who everyone was, he only just recently watched Starwars: Attack of the Clones.
"Padmé, love," Derek called over, his voice low and teasing. "Aren't you supposed to be diplomatic? You're a little too comfortable throwing shade."
Atlas spun around dramatically, his regal headpiece catching the light. "Shade? Anakin, please. I would never." He smirked, making his way toward Derek. "Anyway, shouldn't you be brooding in a corner somewhere? Isn't that kind of your whole thing?"
Derek chuckled softly, shaking his head, but before he could respond, the sound of little footsteps approaching caught their attention. A small boy, no older than six, stood hesitantly near the edge of the nurses' station. He was dressed as a pirate, complete with a slightly-too-large hat that kept slipping over his eyes.
