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Elliott Gilbert MD. I've been curious about these online blogs for a while now, so here I am! I'm here to see what all of the fuss is about. Anyway, I had a point. I'm Elliott. Chief of Pediatric Surgery at Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. 32 years old, but still young at heart. Pediatric surgery is all about believing. Children believe in the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus, they believe there is magical dust in their IV bags. There is magic and miracles in Peds. In Pediatrics, anything can happen.

[sebsmythemd-blog]

F2F ⇄ SEBELLIOTT.

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Momentarily confused, Sebastian tilted his head, pondering over Elliott’s statement that happened to be a brief reference to a previous conversation. He nearly cringed as it dawned on him, the stress of the evening having made him forget about their online interaction in which he was far from pleasant. For the first time in his life, Sebastian didn’t know what to say, and he probably would have panicked, if it weren’t for Elliott’s smile reassuring him he was attempting to be playful rather than judgmental, “–Smythe, yes,” he managed, finally, with a nod, “Alexandre’s son, who is apparently very transparent, as you picked up on the fact right away that that is the only reason I am currently speaking to you, so if you could, keep smiling, and appear to be enjoying yourself,” he attempted to joke back, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, “Luckily for me, super hearing isn’t one of my father’s many super powers, even though I am sure if you looked over my shoulder at the man right now, his laser beam eyes are burning a hole in my back, you know, as he keeps an eye on me for the duration of our conversation.” 

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Elliott crossed over his arms and smiled. “You’re lucky that I’m a really nice guy; because I know for a fact that any other doctor in this room, wouldn’t give you this kindness just so you don’t get a slap on the arm from your dad. Besides, it helps me. He’s my boss now.” Gilbert chuckled softly as  looked over at Alexandre Smythe. He was really enjoying his boss’ son’s company, much more than he was expecting to. “Well, I can definitely tell you that your father’s laser eyes are burning through the back of your head, so I would recommend a brain scan as soon as possible.”  He paused, uncrossing his arms. “I’ll definitely keep an eye out for you when I need a resident, you’re entertaining, much more than I thought you would be.”

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Julian scanned the room, trying to find another possible doctor to talk to. From afar, he was pretty sure the man he was looking at was Dr. Noah Puckerman, an orthopedic attending. He decided that was a good enough attending to talk to and made his way over. The words “Dr. Puck” - were out of his mouth when he realized that it definitely wasn’t Dr. Puckerman. At this distance, he wasn’t quite sure how he had confused the two, but he was stuck now. The doctor he had walked up to was Dr. Elliott Gilbert, the Chief of Pediatrics. Normally he would have jumped at the chance to talk to a chief of a department, but he had no interest in talking to the chief of Pediatrics. He sighed, hoping he could get out of the conversation as quickly as possible. “You’re Dr. Gilbert, aren’t you? I’m Julian Smythe, Dr. Smythe’s son.” He hoped Dr. Gilbert thought he was just introducing himself and that he could leave as soon as possible. He didn’t want to make small talk with someone who’s specialty he had no interest in.

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Elliott was standing around, casually sipping on the drink in his hand. He pulled his pager out of his jacket a couple of time, praying to be paged for a patient. He sighed every time there were no alerts; he was getting really sick of being at this party when he could be at the hospital doing something ,much more interesting than this. Elliott was caught off guard when he heard a voice close to him. Turning around to look at the younger man, he raised an eyebrow as the other guy scrambled. “That’s me. You got there in the end, well done.” He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. “Oh, you’re second Smythe I’ve met tonight. Is everyone in your family in the medical field?”

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I know, and I’m not expecting anyone to do so. Just needed to vent out a little that’s all. I guess I just let my nerves get the best of me today.

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Learn from your mistakes, make sure it doesn't happen again.

[drfhudson]

The hospital that never sleeps. And except for slot machine bells, we have heart monitors. I don’t think they allow children in most places in Vegas though. You might want to check our kids for a gambling addiction, if that’s the case, betting on Pokemon cards and shit.

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

Who knows, man? Maybe some of the kids have gambling addictions already.

[drmarleyrose-deactivated2016031]

Doing an 8 hour shift takes a lot of you. But what else takes even more out? Is getting yelled at for making the slightest mistake… I swear, I hope my day is a hell of a lot better tomorrow. 

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

Don’t expect to be babied. You spent 4 years in Medical School, you should know this.

[drfhudson]

What a weekend. It looks like everyone had a good time - I sure did! Now, I get to try to figure out who I actually met, now that we’re back in pumpkin mode again.

Also, best wishes to the interns on their first day. I know it’s terrifying, but just take it one step at a time. One day, you’ll look back at how your first shift went and laugh, just so you know.

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

It’s like Vegas in that hospital. I don’t know whether it’s day or night until I step outside.

[flynnhudsonmed]

Here marks the day of a new beginning, it’s the first day of my new job, and I can’t wait to get stuck in, I am slightly nervous, though..

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

I take it you’re feeling better?

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[drfhudson]

Finn snorted at Elliott’s joke regarding the tongue-in-cheek post Finn had made just a few days earlier. He had only been joking, of course, but he knew he wouldn’t live it down. “Hey, some things are worth putting the controller down for,” he teased with a grin before glancing down at his own suit after Elliott’s compliment. “Thanks, man! I finally learned how to tie my own tie. You proud?”

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“I’ll have to join you sometime. I’ve never been a huge gamer, but I can definitely give it a try. Maybe it’ll improve my surgical technique, who knows.” Elliott smiled and pulled out his pager from his jacket pocket, sighing when there were no new alerts. “Is it bad that I’m hoping to be paged 911 just so I can get out of here?” He let out a chuckle and placed his pager back into his jacket, reaching over and adjusting Finn’s tie for him. “Now I’m proud.”

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[drfhudson]

Finn applauded Dr. Smythe’s opening speech after he had downed the liquor in his glass, using the liquid to feel like his normal self again, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea. Failing his boards had really done a number to Finn, though he rarely showed it. His confidence was a bit shaken, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before the news of his shit show attempt of board certification got out. Nothing remained a secret at Seattle Grace. 

As he glanced around, he spotted an old friend, one that never judged and was definitely the dose of medicine he needed right now. He pushed himself up from his chair and walked over to Elliott, clapping him on his shoulder affectionately. “You clean up well, as always. You enjoying playing dress up, too?”

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Elliott was taken back when he felt a hand suddenly touch his shoulder. Thankfully, it was someone he knew well. “Oh, Finn. Seems you’ve managed to pull yourself away from Far Cry long enough to join us.” He let out a soft chuckle and knocked back the rest of his drink, placing the glass down on the nearest surface. “I always enjoy playing dress up, I have style. That can’t be said for most of the guys in this room.” He told as he looked around the room. “Except you, of course. You look good.”

[sebsmythemd-blog]

F2F ⇄ SEBELLIOTT.

Although the Inaugural Ball had only just begun, Sebastian’s father, Alexandre, was already getting on his nerves. From the moment the Chief of Surgery had left the stage after delivering his speech in which, Dear God, he had literally said the word selfies, Alexandre had begun pushing Sebastian toward every possible Chief in attendance, assuring him that he needed to start mingling with those at the top, then gradually make his way down. The Chiefs were at the top of the list of people to impress, his father continued to assure him, and Sebastian knew if he were to be anything less than impressive to any single one of them, he would invoke his father’s wrath, having learned the hard way over the duration of his life that was something he desperately wished to avoid. After speaking to Chief of General Surgery, Miranda Bailey, who had kept it short, sweet, and impersonal, which Sebastian loved, he had hope the others would do the same, so he could make his way through the list quickly and focus on other things. From across the room, Sebastian caught sight of Alexandre looking in his direction before gesturing towards another person in the room, and when crystalline hues followed, he was positive his father was indicating that he needed to go introduce himself to what appeared to be Elliott Gilbert, Chief of Pediatrics. Nodding simply in understanding, Sebastian took a deep breath, briefly checked his appearance, and made his way over to Elliott, who was finishing talking to what he assumed was an intern he had yet to meet, “Dr. Elliott Gilbert?” Sebastian asked, before it made him realize he seemed incompetent, as if he had no idea who he the man was when he certainly did, so he quickly corrected himself, “Dr. Elliott Gilbert, hello. I wanted to formally introduce myself. I am Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe. First year resident.”

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Just as Elliott had finished talking to a new intern, he heard his name. Turning around, he looked at the guy that had started to speak to him. “Sebastian Smythe. I specifically remember talking to you, other day.” He paused, crossing his arms with a slight smile playing on his lips, still holing onto the drink in his hand. “Apparently you’re much more polite in person, yes?” Elliott raised an eyebrow at the younger. “...Smythe? So.. you’re the big man’s son? Has he sent you over here to try and get in with the more important people around here?” Elliott took a quick look over the male in front of him, slightly chewing on his own bottom lip. Gilbert wasn’t aware that his boss had any children in the medical field, so meeting Sebastian was an eye opener.

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

@elliottgilbert: Dress up time.

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Elliott smiled as Alexandre Smythe finished up his speech, clapping along with everyone else in the room as their boss stepped down from the stage. He turned back around to a couple of attendings and looked down at the drink he was holding in his hand, taking a small sip. Elliott was sure that he was going to be tried to talk to a lot tonight, there was a lot of new and hopeful doctors fluttering around the room, so Elliott made sure not to get too into the conversation with his co-workers. It was just a matter of if the new doctors had the confidence to come up and talk with the Chief of Pediatrics, Elliott certainly wasn’t going to chace them down.

[sebsmythemd-blog]

At first, this was heartwarming. In fact, it was so heart warming, I thought it may have been a low key way of getting dates, rather than a genuine post. Then it got a little bit uncomfortable – dare I say a little bit creepy, no offense –  so now I believe this is legitimate, and you’re most likely the unusually happy-go-lucky Chief of Pediatrics of Seattle Grace that my father warned me about. My name is Sebastian. I’m a first year resident. 

I’ll do my best to avoid the peds ward, for your sake. I wouldn’t want to deprive you of any potential chance that a child may puke on you by interfering, since it lights up your day so much.

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

That’s me. Elliott Gilbert; happy to be of service, though I’m not too sure why people need to be warned about me. What’s so wrong with being optimistic? In Peds, you need to be optimistic. All I’m doing is committing to my work. Good luck with your residency, Sebastian.

You know, I wouldn’t advise that you talk to your superiors like that. Just a tiny bit of advice that could let you go far.

[drfhudson]

Hey, you know I love the kids. Are you just wanting to an excuse to hang out with me more? You could totally join in on the fun and even sneak a few of the older kids in - I won’t tell.

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

Oh yeah, that’s clearly it. I just can’t get enough of you, Hudson. Because you’re my favourite person at this hospital, clearly.

[drshellycross-blog]

Kids have that projectile vomit thing down to an art. I don’t know how you can handle it on a daily basis. Perhaps the adorable little faces make up for it, but that’s a big perhaps.

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

Oh, the adorable little faces definitely make up for it. I’m Elliott, by the way.

[archivedseparatedrp-blog]

Every time I’m vomited on I question just why I chose to be in this career, thankfully there isn’t much of that in Neuro. 

[elliottgilbertmd-blog]

The love for the job just makes it worth it, right?

[flynnhudsonmed]

Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m not interested in specializing in pediatrics… Not that I don’t love children, they’re great and adorable, but I’m really interested in specializing in trauma, the drama of it all really intrigues me.

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You don’t think there can be drama in Pediatrics? Sure, Trauma has it worse 90% of the time. Spend a week on the Peds floor and see if you still think the same.