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Oncologist at Seattle Grace Mercy West

[brighamcarney-blog]

@georgia-hunt

“Hey Georgia,” Brigham greeted her softly before he raised his hand to his forehead and spoke ASL’s hello. Around the Seattle Grace hallways, Brigham had heard about Georgia’s reaction to the shooting, her method of not speaking. The response made perfect sense to him and a piece of him wished his body had done the same, for the speaking, for the question answering seemed to hollow him out everyday. He tried to shut the room’s door as soundlessly as he could following his entrance. Brigham stayed just past the entrance, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans where it used to be the pockets of his physician’s coat. “I hope it’s okay that I stopped by and I’m sorry that I hadn’t sooner.” He stole a quick glance at his feet before he lifted his head again, trying to gauge Georgia’s facial reaction, not wanting to push too hard. If she wanted him gone, then he would leave right away, but, for the time being, he stayed, his hazel eyes catching the ASL chart Georgia had reserved for her guests. “I learned sign language in college mainly so I could secretly talk to my friends from the across the room during class.” Brigham told her mindlessly, lifting a hand to mess with his already messy hair. “Just kidding. You got me. I’m a nerd and I just learned it because. I don’t have friends,” he deprecated jokingly his small chuckle filling her white room. 

[alittlefaith]

Needing to talk to one of her parents, Brooklyn was walking towards the reception desk to ask if someone could page them for her, when she noticed him step into the room. As much as she had always been naturally curious, normally she just left things well enough alone, but something didn’t seem right about the situation. And if she didn’t at least check to see if everything was okay, she’d just feel guilty for the rest of the day. After all, the worst that could happen was him telling her to leave him alone. Knocking softly on the door to the room, she glanced up at him as he spoke. “Hey. I just… Wanted to check if you were okay?” She knew it would seem a little out of the blue, but it bet beating around the bush. 

[brighamcarney-blog]

Brigham’s pointer finger and thumb rubbed his eyes one more time before he saw it was Brook who had come to check on him. His heart both warmed and ached as he felt grateful for her concern and shame that she had seen him like this. He took a paper towel from the dispenser and began to dry his face when he curved his lips into a small, but hopefully meaningful smile. “Yeah... Yeah, I’m okay,” Brigham told her as truthfully as he could. “Thank you.” He raised a hand to the back of his neck, feeling the way his pulse tempted to race in his neck. “Did you, ah, need anything?” he asked her, not impolitely, not hoping she would leave, but he wanted to divert her attention so she wouldn’t see the way his hands wanted to tremble. 

[emilyybrown]

She grinned as he spoke about her future plans, “that’s the dream,” she said wistfully, “fingers crossed,” she concluded. Maisy knew that she lived in a world of doctors, her mom was a doctor as were almost all the adults she hung around with so it would make sense if she’d chosen the same career path, but to Maisy, nursing had always seemed more interesting. At the talk of her mum being discharged Maisy nodded lightly, “which is good because I’m pretty sure that the hospital staff can’t wait for me to leave,” she joked.

[brighamcarney-blog]

Brigham extended his hand to cross his fingers when Maisy referenced the action. He smiled at his dumb joke before he dropped his arm again, tucking his hand into the pocket of his jeans. “That’s great, Maisy. I think you’d be a great nurse.” He chuckled softly at her self-deprecation, lifting the coffee cup, in his other hand, to her line of vision again. “That can’t be true!” Brigham played along. “If you leave, then who will deliver coffee?” 

[captiveheartxx]

Deanna hadn’t been to the hospital since she had been let out and while she didn’t really want to go back, she knew that she had to. Her appointments with her doctor were going to be a lot more frequent after her heart attack, which was frustrating, but understandable. After the appointment, Deanna made her way back through the hospital, deciding to grab some lunch before heading out. However, when she saw Brigham do a one-eighty and head into a random room. She smiled back when he looked up at her. “Hey, uncle Brigs. You doing alright?”

[brighamcarney-blog]

“Deanna,” Brigham addressed her when he dropped his hands, his vision clearing with their departure. He dried his face with a paper towel by the sink when he answered quickly, convincingly. “Yeah, yeah. Just needed to wake back up.” Brigham sealed his small lie with an equally as small smile. The action was effortless for he refused to prompt Deanna to worry anymore than she already had. “Are you? Did you have an appointment today?” 

[lexieslcan-blog]

     Latest patient scans called for consult, oncology was needed urgently. Leaving interns to deal with the case of a patient that Lexie had been looking after since the beginning of their treatment plan. It’s on the approach to his office that she notices a tall brunette man walk straight past her, and decides to follow him. Based on concern more than curiosity, she knows that this probably looks incredibly strange to odd passers by; she’s all but stalking him as he heads into a new hospital room. Concern paints her features as she watches him from the door frame, before slowly approaching. ❛❛ Hey. ❜❜ It’s small and simple, accompanied with a smile. ❛❛ Are you alright? I mean.. I know you’re probably not okay, but despite it all how are you doing? ❜❜ Tragedy seemed to strike Seattle Grace Mercy Rain like sunshine in California; there was never a moments peace, it felt. ❛❛ Do you want me to get you anything? Cup of water, maybe? ❜❜ It seemed silly, it seemed minute, but she didn’t know what else to hand him. Nobody ever did. 

[brighamcarney-blog]

The scalding fluorescent lights seemed to dim into a serene sort of shading when Lexie’s concern filled the space between them. Brigham turned to face her after he stole a paper towel from the dispenser, tracing the side of his jaw with it to dry the sink’s water. He offered her a grateful smile, one of uncertainty as he didn’t know what to say in return. He wasn’t really alright, but that truth clung to the back of his throat like it had been applied with a hot glue gun and it burned just the same. Brigham cleared his throat, depositing the paper towel into the trash. “No, no,” he assured her. “That’s alright.” Running a hand down the length of the opposing sweater sleeve, his heart beat louder when he recognized Allison’s compassion in her mother. “Oh, but, uh, thank you,” he remembered taking a step away from the sink. “Are you okay?” Brigham asked tentatively, knowing everyone had been shaken these past few weeks. No one seemed to be excluded from the hurt. 

[pedictrics]

Bailey spotted Brigham from his position across the hall. He smiled, raising his hand as a form of greeting but slowly lowered it back to its previous state as he noticed his friend’s rushed, abnormal behavior. Concern clouded his thoughts and Bailey took off to quietly follow behind the man, careful not to draw any attention to them. A lopsided grin appeared on his face as the other acknowledged his presence, knowing he had been caught. “How goes it, Briggy?” The younger of the two responded, approaching him with his usual relaxed demeanor.  

[brighamcarney-blog]

Even before his vision cleared, Brigham recognized the blurry company to be Bailey, listening to the familiar voice fill the small room. “Oh, hey, Bey,” Brigham repeated himself, more personalized this time smiling when he trademarked his nickname for his friend. He turned around to face Bailey accidentally letting his question hang in the space between them too long. “Fine,” he answered unconfidently. Turning back to the sink and the intrusive mirror that hung above it, Brigham took his hands off the rim to see that they were shaking. “Shit,” he cursed quietly, annoyed, frustrated, embarrassed. “Yeah, it’s going...” His sentence derailed so Brigham could breathe. He inhaled and exhaled to feel his pulse slowing down, his hands steadying. “It’s going fine.”  

[jasmine-x-bradley-deactivated20]

Jo chuckled softly as she watched Brigham play with the word on his lips. It was true, Brigham and Allison sounded like they had just been plucked out of some disney movie, on the other hand Jo and Alex  were more of an unlikely pair.  “No, it defintely wasn’t.” she assured him. “Our relationship started with Alex calling me princess and making obscene jokes about what he thought was my richy rich family, well that and he also slept with practically every other intern in my class except for me. Funny, right?” Jo smiled as she thought back to the time when they’d first met, no one would have picked that they ever would have ended up together especially not Jo. The woman rolled her eyes playfully when he mocked her advice knowing all too well that he’d probably race to the bathroom to  brush his teeth once she had  left. She listened to Brigham’s question pausing for dramatic effect before answering “No, just woo her with your natural charm and inappropriate timing.” she paused.“Well actually now that I think about it your hair could probably do with a comb” Jo teased. 

[brighamcarney-blog]

Brigham listened intently as Jo relayed the story of her relationship, the details seeming impossible after the years he’d watched Alex and Jo together. “Yeah,” he answered her, a thoughtful furrow of his eyebrows still plastered above his intrigued grin. “You didn’t like being called princess?” He pried after a moment, his lips curving more to present her with a kind smile. Brigham watched Jo roll her eyes and he chuckled, stealing a look to his Converse before he met her eyes again, knowing full well what she knew that, yes, he would dash to follow her advice as soon as she walked out of his door. His laugh was a bashful one when he listened to her initial advice. “You think I’m charming?” Brigham teased her, clutching the sweater that covered his heart as if he were overcome with gratitude. When he dropped his arms, he sighed, happy, relieved. “Thanks, Jo.” Quickly raising a hand to his hair, Brigham parted his lips to defend himself. “I was going for a creative and messy Albert Einstein kind of look. It’s not working?” 

[allisonsloans-blog]

The blonde let her head rest against his hand for just a moment taking comfort in his skin against her own. Her lips pressed against his wrist before his hand moved from her face and she couldn’t help but smile when Brigham did. She rolled her eyes when he protested her grabbing the bag, shaking her head. “Nope. I get to be your pack mule for the day.” She went into the hallway and pushed a wheelchair into the room. “Sorry….nurses wouldn’t let me take you without it.” She knew how it might be humiliating for him to be in a wheelchair but all she could do was imagine him falling and cracking his head open and not being able to help him at all.

[brighamcarney-blog]

Brigham’s eyes shut for a moment in contented defeat. “You’re a cute pack mule,” he mumbled loud enough for her to hear when he sat back on the bed to regain a bit of stability. He watched Allison disappear into the hallway, unsurprised by the wheelchair she presented. Brigham eyed it with a sort of cold hostility, hating the idea of being so dependent and abased, but his expression warmed when he looked at Alli again. He nodded, understandingly, before he stood up just to sit again in the wheelchair in front of her. “Can we at least race the other wheelchair-bound patients to the parking lot?” Brigham deadpanned when he shot Allison a playful smirk. With his hands resting on the chair’s sides, he remembered the last time she had wheeled him around, the shooting presenting itself for Brigham in fragmented, horrifying clips. He shudder, softly. “Let’s get out of here... I can’t wait to spend the day with you,” Brigham told her truthfully, resting his hands on his knees. 

[brighamcarney-blog]

Brigham felt his palms grow clammy, a shiver slipping its way down the length of his spine when he turned the corner to see his office and the concrete wall to its left. His blood from the shooting was now concealed by the monotonous, thick white paint that lined every other wall in Seattle Grace, so no one would know what had happened right there, in that spot. Brigham wouldn’t want it any other way, but he had hoped he would feel closure, some kind of tranquility when he came back to the hospital, so he felt disappointment wrench his heart when he was met with the opposite. Instead of his office, Brigham slipped into a empty hospital room just down the hall. Going to the sink in the corner to splash some cool water on his face, he didn’t notice the person who had followed him, but he heard them enter the room. “Oh, hey,” he greeted as warmly as he could, rubbing his eyes under the bright lights to make out the figure. 

[dailymgg]

[shepherd-ellis-blog]

Ellis basically jumped out of bed the second she saw Brigham. She hadn’t been able to see him since what happened at the hospital, and she was actually quite happy that he was okay. “No, you’re okay” She quickly replied. “I’m glad to see you’re okay! How have you been feeling?” 

[brighamcarney-blog]

Brigham couldn’t stop the runaway smile that curved his lips when Ellis stood up. He knew she hadn’t been injured, but he knew too that Cora had been, that Derek was recovering, just that the Shepherd family had been hit hard in recent weeks. “I am, I promise,” he assured her, standing up from the box he’d dropped. “Fine, I’m fine,” Brigham told her truthfully. “How about you?” 

[emilyybrown]

She nodded at his question, pity seemed to get you a lot of free stuff and as much as she wished that she didn’t need any pity, she didn’t usually turn free things down, it came with the upbringing. “But as a trainee nurse I’d have to make sure you didn’t,” she said with a laugh. Maisy dreamt of being a nurse when she was older so she liked rules where the hospital was concerned. She tightened her lips at his question, “I’m fine,” she said, attempting to make it truer everytime she said it, “she’s doing okay, I think she’ll be discharged soon hopefully.”

[brighamcarney-blog]

“Oh, is that right?” Brigham asked wide-eyed. “I didn’t know you want to be a nurse!” He turned the hot coffee in between his hands a bit when Maisy answered his question, his heart wrenching as he watched how worry worked its way onto her face. Brigham nodded. “I’m sure she will,” he told her, surprised by all of the certainties he’d been so sure of recently, but Brigham knew Addison’s resilient nature and he saw how it reflected onto her daughter. They would be okay, he was confident of that. 

[jasmine-x-bradley-deactivated20]

Jo listened to her friend intently, by the way his features lit up at the mention of Allison’s name it was quite clear that Brigham had been completely  swept off his feet and Jo enjoyed seeing the sappy side of him.  “It sounds like the pair of you belong in some sought of Fairytale, and I love it. That definitely wasn’t how it started with Alex and I, but I wish it was” she said chuckling softly. Jo couldn’t believe that she hadn’t noticed it before now, even the way he held himself was completely different, almost like his world was a little brighter, and considering his world was consumed by everything cancer it could use all the sunshine it could get. “You’re such a softy Briggs, but I’m glad you’re happy, I really am.” She paused. “But, you better be paying for this date, and please for her sake don’t forget to brush your teeth before you leave this place, it’s the little things that make a big difference.”

[brighamcarney-blog]

Brigham turned just enough to sit on the hospital bed, feeling his strength waver just a bit. It was easy for him, however, to keep his bright smile as he talked about Allison with his friend. “Fairytale,” he echoed, chuckling when his mind toyed with the word. “It wasn’t like that for you?” Brigham asked, realizing he had never heard the story of Jo and Alex. He noticed how different he must’ve seemed when Jo did. Brigham had never been the kind to blush and just two months ago he would’ve fought Jo on her ‘softy’ accusation. Now, he couldn’t even find the opposing argument if he wanted to. “Thank you, Jo.” Brigham smiling warmly, his hands folded in his lap. He laughed loudly when she lectured him, knowing full well that he would be an idiot not to take her advice. Brigham had dated, but never had it ever felt like this, this important. “Alright, I promise. I’ll pay and brush,” he teased her halfheartedly, lifting a hand to his disheveled hair. “Any other last minute tips?”

[dailymgg]

[brighamcarney-blog]

@allisonsloans

[allisonsloans-blog]

Allison just smiled as she watched him list off all the things that he wanted, her smiling growing just slightly when he mentioned her first. She nodded at his request, standing again and taking away even more of the space between them. “That sounds perfect.” And she meant it. She had brought a change of clothes and planned on just lounging on the couch, watching whatever they could find and just closing out the outside world. She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Nope. It was so last week.” she said in her best valley girl accent before laughing again. “No but it made you look too…sick. No, I like you in normal clothes. You don’t look completely yourself without them.” She took another sip of her coffee before tugging the duffle bag’s strap onto her shoulder and smiling at him. “So, Dr. Carney. You ready to get outta here?”

[brighamcarney-blog]

When she stood in front of him, Brigham lifted a hand to the side of Allison’s face, his palm coddling the side of her head so he could tuck a bit of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh, good,” he hummed, wanting nothing more than to hole up with her, forget about their past week. Brigham laughed at Allison and her impression, wearing his wide grin again even though the laughter hurt his injury. It felt like nothing could touch him anymore. Not now that she loved him and he loved her. His smile flattened slowly, but his eyes still sparkled affectionately when she elaborated. Brigham nodded, his smile gaining back some of its curve. He leaned over to peck her temple and that proved to be the perfect moment for Alli’s smooth retrieval of his duffle bag. “I can get it,” Brigham protested, knowing his argument was a long shot. He nodded again, quickly this time. “Let’s go.” 

[shepherd-ellis-blog]

“Huh?” Ellis opened her eyes and rubbed her eyes before she turned around to look at the person that had just called her. “You better have a really really good excuse for you to be waking me up. I’m so tired I can barely function” 

[brighamcarney-blog]

“Shit, Ellis,” Brigham cursed under his breath when the box of scrubs he’d been reaching for tumbled to the tiled ground with the most disruptively loud thud. “I’m clumsy?” He offered his best excuse with a whisper, moving slowly to the floor to clean up his mess. “I’m sorry. Go back to bed.” 

[allisonsloans-blog]

Seeing him ‘rush’ toward her, she chuckled slightly, putting her hand on his shoulder when he finally made it in front of her. The way his eyes lit up made her heart flutter slightly and even more so when her pressed is lips against her own. It was common place now since they had admitted their feelings but no matter how much it happened, she still felt so amazed by it. By him. Her jaw dropped slightly as he revealed his news, making her smile. “That’s amazing!” She hugged him gently before he walked away to continue packing. “Nope. And I don’t work tomorrow so we can even do what we planned too.” A week ago, they had made a plan that once he was released, she would hang out with him in his apartment, using their well deserved time together to just relax. She took a sip of her coffee, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I have to say, it’s a lot better to see you in real clothes.” 

[brighamcarney-blog]

Her touch, just the way her fingers steadied him when he reached her, sent the purest kind of electricity throughout his body, so their kisses were only amplified, making him feel cured, taking away an remnants of his pain. Brigham beamed at Alli’s reaction. He hadn’t let himself look forward to spending the whole day with her, figuring she would be busy. Turning to face her, he grabbed his own coffee again, moving to stand so some of their distance was erased. “That sounds perfect,” he admitted. “I just want you and my sweatshirt and this coffee and a movie,” Brigham mused, his voice thoughtful as he crafted his perfect day. “Does that sound alright?” He asked her, wanting her truthful answer. With Allison’s next words, Brigham took a step back, holding his arms out slightly to his sides. “You didn’t like my paper dress?” He asked her, pretending to be deeply offended when he gestured to the hospital gown that he’d left on the nightstand.