Paging Dr. Shepherd [Completed]

Chapter 13

Mae P.O.V.

"You deliberately disobeyed my order!" Webber screamed at my dad while we both sat in the chairs in front of his desk. "I told you that performing this surgery was prohibited and would be more harmful to the patient than not." My dad sat in the chair not making any sort of sound or face until Webber was finished.

"I did what I thought was in the best convenience of my patient." He finally spoke up. "My patient wanted me to do this surgery. He knew the risks and yet he wanted to go through with it." He stared into Webbers eyes and kept a straight face as he looked from Webber to me.

"I agree." I spoke turning my attention to Webber. "You've been holding my dad back because of what we just went through. We've spent that time at home healing and we're fine now." I paused looking at his face. "My dad went into this surgery with the hope of healing one of your people. One of your doctors so he could continue working for this hospital." I stopped as Webber seemed to start talking.

"And you brought your daughter into the OR to what, watch an extremely cool surgery?" Webber looked over at me glaring.

"No, he brought me into the OR because he knew that I could handle it. He knew that I was mature enough to handle the situation better than some of your new residents. He knew that I wanted to witness this surgery in the OR alongside him rather than watching from the gallery." I grew more and more irritated with Webber with each word that I spoke until I finally had to stop and compose myself.

My dad looked over at me smiling. Like he was proud.

"Mae, I think Chief Webber has some things that he needs to think about. Let's leave him be." He stood and walked toward the door waiting for me to catch up to him. He smiled at Webber as we left the room and gave me a hug once we were out of sight. "That was great." He said resting his chin on the top of my head. I felt like I had just went up against the president and won. I felt like I was no longer to be considered a 10-year old kid but rather an adult because of the way I had spoken up in there. But, I also knew that what I did in there was not the right thing even if it felt like it was. I knew that a normal kid would not have done what I had just done.

But, what should I have done?

Derek P.O.V.

I was proud of her but at the same time I was scared for her. She was growing up and becoming something I didn't want her to become. An adult. She was too young and I made her yell at Webber to defend me when I could've done the same thing.

"Mae, I'm sorry." I said as we walked into my office. "I should've never put you in that position." I looked into her face and I knew that she felt the same way.

"You really shouldn't have." She responded with a serious look. "I shouldn't even have been in that room. You put me in there because you didn't want to defend yourself. You wanted me to defend your honor against Webber because your scared that he wont listen to you." She started to yell and I knew that I was wrong. "Why do you think that he would listen to a 10-year old over someone that he works with?" She finally asked with her hands on her hips standing in front of me. I looked down at my shoes trying to think of a good answer.

"I wasn't thinking." I finally responded after a few minutes of silence filing the room. "Ever since the incident, I've been scared to come back into the hospital because people would look at me different." I paused. "When I walk around these halls I don't get looked at as the brilliant neurosurgeon anymore, I get looked at as the guy who brought his daughter to work and than had her get shot." I looked at her grabbing her shoulders. "I never wanted to put you in any position that would cause you harm and I never want to hurt you anymore." Tears started to fall down my face and I needed to sit down before I fell from exhaustion.

"Dad, people don't look at you as that guy who brought his daughter in to get shot. They see you as the guy who survived a shooting and came back after it." She sat down next to me on the couch and placed my arms around her. "They see us as the family who can survive and continue on." She smiled and rested her head on my chest closing her eyes.

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I sat on the couch while she slept and thought about what to do with Isaac but, I couldn't think of anything. I examined that tumor the entire surgery and couldn't make a cut because I wanted to create a plan. A plan that would consist of steps. Steps that would start at the top and work its way down. But, I realized that I couldn't return to that surgery with a plan. I had to go in there and just start trying to remove the tumor with every little grain of knowledge that I had picked up since med school. I knew that a plan would not work with this type of tumor.

Mae started to stir in her sleep and it woke me from my thoughts. I watched as she repositioned herself on my chest and I placed my hand on her back. I watched as her breath slowed and she calmed down. She looks so peaceful. She looks like the 10-year old that she's suppose to be.