Surgical attending Samira Mohan coming down to the ER for consults and constantly doing out of pocket techniques she read about in a paper one (1) time
R4 Emery Walsh trying to teach the new interns good habits about standard of care
Only for them to immediately want to do cowboy medicine like the cool surgical attending
She can’t complain to anyone because Garcia is also running around saying the same “I am the OR” nonsense
She can’t even go back to nights because Doctor Cowboy probably has everyone wearing cowboy boots and hats by now
Even worse, Robby goes on sabbatical and his replacement is doing slash-trachs on her first day
When Mohan came down for that consult she was super impressed and was really happy to see Al-Hashimi
The weird feeling in Emery’s chest is obviously just professional disdain for people risking their patients lives
And nothing else
Meanwhile Samira loves doing cool procedures and thinks bonding with her coworkers means telling them about cool case studies
So she doesn’t really understand why Walsh doesn’t like the cool surgery stuff they’re doing
And sure, she doesn’t do this with any of the other emergency residents but maybe she just thinks Walsh would have made a good surgeon
Or maybe she’d be interested in some kind of advanced trauma fellowship after residency
It’s probably just professional admiration
No need to examine any of these feelings further
Eventually Emery snaps when an intern tries some bonkers treatment and it goes badly, so she confronts Samira about it
Samira realises she’s the only one who’s been having fun with the case studies so pulls away
Suddenly every other surgeon is doing consults and are being strangely well behaved
That’s exactly what Emery wanted; no more bad influences on her interns and no more wasting time trying to stop Samira’s banana pants ideas
So why does she suddenly miss arguing about medicine with Samira?
Why is she suddenly so bored in trauma?
Surely there’s no reason for that, right
Unbeknownst to Emery, Samira’s having a similar spiral upstairs
She’s trying not to think about why Emery accusing her of being reckless and endangering patients hurt so much
She’s heard worse throughout residency and med school
So why is she avoiding the ER so much?
It probably means nothing
After a while they run into each other
Emery says the interns are missing the risky procedures
Samira says the R4 is probably glad she doesn’t have to argue about them anymore
Emery says there might be some educational value for the interns
So they go back to flirting over procedures while slowly realising they do have other, completely unprofessional feelings about each other
They probably end up making out in a supply closet while still arguing about interventions or something
Even when they actually get together, no one can tell because basically nothing changes while they’re at work
Except for the occasional fond look on their faces when one of them does something crazy in a trauma
samira is just finishing the last hour of her shift when she gets the text.
emery: just so you know i called out of work
emery: migraine
emery: pretty please be quiet when you come in
samira frowns because emery getting a headache is far from unheard of, but migraines are few and far between. samira’s much more likely to have one, despite the fact they are both exposed to the same hours and the same bright lighting.
but emery is a capable adult so she refrains from immediately calling her and instead just texts back.
samira: ok. need me to pick up anything?
emery: nah, it’s fine
and since emery is an independent person, she gives her space and doesn’t argue.
she does however find herself getting slightly frustrated at the fact they no longer work in the same hospital. samira’s new job at westbridge is so much better than her residency. it may be due to the fact that she’s now a fellow, but her attending is so much more respectful of her ideas, and never once has a coworker called her slow. she is truly thriving, a new motivation to change things showing up for the first time since her first year of residency.
the only downside is that she no longer passes emery as they change shifts and there’s zero chance of them being on a shift together ever. if she had passed emery on her way out like she used to at ptmc, she could have noticed if something was wrong. made sure she knew which meds to take and that she was loved.
samira is then forced to remember that her wife is a fiercely independent adult and doctor and knows what to do. (but the image of emery, alone at home and miserable still digs through her mind and sits there through the rest of her shift.)
she finally gets off work at seven forty-five—pretty good on timing. she grabs her stuff and heads home.
when she slips in the house, the first thing she notices is the quiet and the darkness. all of the lights being off heavily implied that emery had gotten home and moved through the house in complete darkness that morning. samira’s heart sinks because when did this migraine start?
she figures she’ll get her answers soon enough though. she trudges through the apartment, mindful to be as quiet as possible, stopping as she creaks open the door of their bedroom.
emery is exactly where she’d expected her to be. curled into a tiny ball in the center of the bed. her hair is down and the long, dark strands cover her face. her eyes are squeezed shut, but they flick open as samira quietly shuts the door.
hi. emery murmurs, voice rough and tired. thanks for being quiet.
samira nods. no problem. is it ok if i shower?
emery nods before she returns to squeezing her eyes shut in the darkness. samira grabs what she needs for her shower and slips into the bathroom. she showers and gets ready for bed as quickly as possible, organizing her thoughts, but eager to return to emery.
when she slips back into the bedroom, hair wet and in her pajamas, emery is in the exact same position that samira left her in. she sits gingerly on the bed beside her.
she doesn’t say anything, but emery has always been good at knowing when she wants more information.
hearing aids died at two. forgot batteries. ergo migraine. not that bad, just figured i shouldn’t be doing thoracotomies when light hurts.
samira nods, noticing the hearing aids thrown haphazardly on the nightstand. she can at least tell that emerys showered though.
her hand hovers uncertainly over emery’s head. emery pushes her head up into her hand, an invitation to start running fingers through her hair. proud of you for staying home.
emery scoffs. thanks.
you take meds? she clumsily signs the few words she knows where emery can see them as she speaks so that emery doesn’t have to ask her to repeat herself.
emery hums. a yes.
eat food?
emery wrinkles her nose in a no.
em.
don’t act like you did either. besides it’s like my six in the morning right now. calm down. she then winces at the words and samira feels bad for getting her to talk.
samira allows herself a moment to think. i’m going to go heat myself up the leftover soup we have in the fridge. i’ll bring you saltines and an applesauce pouch.
emerys answer is short. k.
samira heads to the kitchen, careful not to make a clatter. she heats up her own soup and (beautifully, she must say) plates emery an applesauce pouch and eight saltines. she returns to the bedroom with their meal.
emery has propped herself up by the time samira returns. thanks. she mutters, but her displeasure at eating shines through.
she does it anyways though, and samira finds that she is more hungry that she thought as she devours her soup. emery eats the applesauce pouch and three of the crackers, which samira decides is good enough. she sets the dishes on the bedside table before emery blinks owlishly at her from where she’s slumped back into the bed.
she reaches out, and before she knows it samira is being spooned. (samira kind of feels as if she should be the one spooning emery in this situation, but the comfort of emery’s arms is too much to give up.)
she hates that emery is in pain, but there’s something nice and almost rare about being in bed at the same time as her wife.
the last thing she thinks before she falls asleep is something along the lines of i love my wife.
(emery will take more ibuprofen in an hour and her migraine will be gone in the morning. she’ll return to work, and samira will make sure to pack extra extra batteries for her. just in case.)
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