#gcnetics

[pinkauras]

@gcnetics / sienna zhang & priya kapoor. ' combined, we're one whole functioning adult! '

sienna has her legs stretched out in front of her, back pressed against the wall and letting her head thunk back against brick. there are flash cards spread out between the two of them, along with a single bottle of water and a lunchable sienna stole from the back of the fridge — it's been there for months! "this is like, a whole meal. you covered hydration, i covered nourishment." like, barely. she's pretty sure they could both use an iv drip of fluids and and splitting a kids size cheese and crackers isn't really doing them any favours, but it's something.

"we need to do groceries. like, badly." she points out, though these days it feels like neither of them or eve are even home long enough to justify a trip to the grocery store. "i opened our pantry this morning and i swear a moth flew out of it like a cartoon to let me know how empty it was."

[silverskies]

who: adrienne & ezra | @gcnetics where & when: august 5th, ezra's home

she wakes to the smell of bacon, curled up in a bed that isn't her own. the dull thump of headache finds her just as quickly as consciousness does, reminding her of the night before. the duck, drowning her frustrations in tequila shots, ezra picking her up... eyes flutter open, reluctant to fully accept that she's waking up. she's in ezra's bed, alone, wearing a shirt and pair of sleep shorts that are far too large for her. the scent of sandalwood and linen fills her nose, calming her while also making her stomach knot. adrienne knows she shouldn't be here, shouldn't be in ezra's bed -- yet there's something comforting about it, leaving her tempted to remain there for as long as she can.

the smell of breakfast pulls her from the comfort of his bed, stomach rumbling at the thought of -- well, anything. running her hands over her face, she sits on the edge of his bed for a moment. she'd been to his place before, but being alone in his room felt... strange. like she was infiltrating something she wasn't necessarily meant to see; crossing into uncharted territory just as they had in the on-call room the night before. it's difficult not to read into it all, knowing this isn't the kind of thing they do -- drunk texting? sure. taking care of one another while they're hammered? lending them their bed, their clothes? making breakfast? it has her heart rate picking up as she moves from his room to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway.

he looks incredibly domestic, in a way that isn't the ezra she knows -- but it leaves her intrigued, curious to know how many other people have seen this side of him. arms cross over her chest, not letting her steady stream of questions and thoughts show on her face. letting him know what she's thinking is dangerous; they're approaching a closeness that's foreign for them, and she's not sure what to make of it. "since when do you cook?" she asks simply, head tilting to the side as she looks him up and down. ade tries not to dwell on the question of whether or not this is a normal routine, or if he's doing this for her. "all that's missing is a corny 'kiss the cook' apron." she adds, not bothering with pleasantries.

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@gcnetics​

    Well, it’d definitely explain why her head hurt so much. It would also explain why she’d woken up in a hospital room. It didn’t explain why Charlotte was here alone, though, because she’d figured that someone else would have also come along with her, but perhaps they’d been left in the building by themselves and Charlotte didn’t have much of a choice with it. She sighed, closing her eyes again to block the blinding light and nods slightly, acknowledging the words. She’d hit her head - which meant that perhaps she’d lost consciousness beforehand in order to fall hard enough to bleed that much.

     It wasn’t the first time she’d passed out, but for it to end up like this, she was almost surprised. Her hand reaches over and she takes a gentle hold of Charlotte’s, smoothing her thumb over the girls palm. Though her first reaction probably would have been ‘oh, shit’, she didn’t figure it was appropriate for Charlotte. “Thank you. You did the right thing.” She responded, a small smile forming on her lips. “When did I hit my head? How long… how long ago?”

“You’re welcome.” A proud grin spread across Charlotte’s face and she leaned over the bed-rail, placing a gentle kiss on Cosima’s cheek before pulling away. Even though the young girl was used to medical emergencies, most of her own were internal where she couldn’t see ligaments being torn or bacteria working away at her lungs. Large amounts of blood were an unusual sight for her.

"You tripped on the leg of a chair and hit your head on the table. It’s only been two or three hours. It took a while to get in here. They got mad when I wanted to stay with you and the nurse dragged me to the bathroom to make me wash my hands. Then they made me call Scott and they put me in the waiting room.” She wasn’t going to outright mention that she had gotten into Cosima’s room by going through the ER door without a badge-scanner. The nurse had made her sit and play with the toys in the waiting room but when the place started to get crowded, she found a door and slipped into the patient area. “Do the stitches hurt?”

[silverskies]

who: adrienne & ezra | @gcnetics when + where: august 2nd, post ferry crash, an on call room on the or floor prompt: ❝ i definitely know what i'm doing, and i can't take any criticism because my ego is already hurting. ❞

fuck, it's been long day. adrienne had been able to dodge the worst of the injuries from the crash while she was in the or, (and was, admittedly, still riding the high of the skin grafts taking without issue) but still felt the exhaustion beginning to settle in her bones. leaving the scrub room, she fully intended to drop by the er first to check in -- from the last update she'd gotten, the last of the victims had come in hours before, and the crisis was under control for the most part. regardless, she knew she'd be useful for quick stitches and consults. plus, she could feel herself hitting a second wind; might as well put the energy to good use. she can pass out in an on call room for a few hours after.

that had been her plan -- until ezra hit her eyeline, storming out of an or and down the hall. she'd seen (and done) it enough times to already know what it meant; he'd lost his patient. ade doesn't have to wonder what's going through his head right now -- she knows. she knows ezra well enough to know he's feeling his patients death like a punch to the gut. every loss hurts, but on days like these, when all you can hold on to is hope, any loss leaves you feeling like an open wound. her feet move before the thought to check in on him forms; even if they'd entered new foreign territory with... whatever the fuck it was going on between them, he was still a friend -- arguably, ezra's presence and constant pestered was one of the main constants in her life. even with the snide remarks and back and forth, she still held a soft spot for him. ade liked to tell herself it came back to mateo; that it was just an obligation to her brother to look after his long time friend, but it had become clear that anything she did know was all her.

the slam of the on-call room door pulls her from the thought. she doesn't bother knocking, but approaches with an understood caution. moments like these are delicate to navigate, even when you're not rushing to gather someone in your arms. the door behind her closes with a quiet click, her hand moving to lock it just in case. adrienne may not shy away from ezra's reaction to a loss of a patient, but having someone else walk in would only complicate things. leaning against the door, she watches him wordlessly -- there's no point in asking if he's okay, or what happened. it's not like he'd give her much of an answer right now, anyway. instead, she arches a brow and watches as he moves around the room, waiting for the right moment to interject.

it comes in the form of a water bottle, which he can't seem to get open. a simple task made into a mountain with the context, leading him to finally acknowledge her. i definitely know what i'm doing, and i can't take any criticism because my ego is already hurting. his words feel like he started speaking mid-sentence, as if he'd begun the conversation in his head first. she doesn't react immediately, almost expect him to keep going into a stream of consciousness kind of rant.

nearly twenty-hours ago they had been in a bar together, his hand on her inner thigh while she whispered in detail exactly what she wanted to do to him. they didn't sleep together, didn't even make out in a corner booth -- neither quite able to cross that line yet, knowing his relationship with her brother. it was easy to flirt and push the boundary, but actually crossing it meant things between them would change in way they couldn't take back. it was strange to think of now, considering how much had changed in a short amount of time; the juxtaposition between then and now was almost laughable. instead of ordering gin and tonic and basically sitting in his lap, she's approaching him cautiously, reaching out to take the water bottle from him. "let me." she doesn't bother asking, gently taking it from his hands to open it herself. "i'm not here to criticize." ade doesn't elaborate further -- but the sincerity in her tone is clear, the look she gives him saying the obvious: are you okay?

[pinkauras]

@gcnetics / tess reed-harrison & adelaide esposito.

fine. adelaide had been right. this is a thought that tess has more often than she would ever admit outloud. a trauma had come through, the two usually friendly women butting heads over what would be the best course of treatment. it's not that they were fighting — that would be inappropriate in front of a patient — rather just that they were both so passionate about what they did that all of their objections and counterpoints were coming out very loudly and eccentrically. evenually, tess had relented and let adelaide take the lead. trauma was where the other woman thrived, anyways, she had rationalized, leaving the teenage patient in dr esposito's capable hands.

now, with everything said and done, tess reads over the chart, pleased to see that the patient is expected to make a full recovery. it had been the right choice but tess isn't going to come right out and say that. they both know it. there's no need. "you done for the night?" she asks instead. "i was going to grab something to eat and considering you probably haven't eaten since you were just in surgery for six hours, you should come with me. my treat."

[silverskies]

who: adrienne delgado & gabe spencer | @gcnetics when & where: september 24th, peds floor

ade has been avoiding gabe. any peds cases that show up in her hands are passed off to a different member of the plastics department -- especially if he's the one requesting the consult. she's been in this position before; the other woman, the person a man lies to his wife about. it hadn't been her finest moment, but then again -- she had been twenty-two and thought her professor actually loved her. in gabe's case, she had no emotional stake in any of this -- they weren't sleeping together, just two friends who had opted to go to the gala together so they didn't have to arrive alone. finding out the ex he'd mentioned was really his estranged wife. to put it simply? she didn't want the smoke. ade wasn't trying to get in between the two, or cause any problems -- her dumb ass just happened to be in the wrong place with the wrong person.

it takes about two weeks for her luck to run out, where there's no one else for her to page aside from gabe. part of her is almost desperate enough try and page violet, even though she's off for the night. with a grumble, she pages dr. spencer. leaning against the nurse's station, she watches him with an unimpressed look, her annoyance from before beginning to resurface. "just because i need you for a consult doesn't mean you're off my shitlist, by the way." ade states, not bothering with social graces as she practically shoves the chart into his hands.

[pinkauras]

@gcnetics / hollis westbrook & adelaide esposito.

on edge doesn’t even begin to cover it. hollis’s pulse has been hammering since the moment evil incarnate walked in, high ponytail and white dress in full effect. hollis came to tacoma for a fresh start — the last thing she needed was her past slinking back into her life, especially margot. the tension at the base of her skull only worsens when sullivan makes the announcement, a mix of dread and disbelief swirling through her. not only is this ex — girlfriend? affair partner? friend? coworker she occasionally slept with? hollis can’t even decide on a title — here, possibly permanently, but now she has to worry about the stability of her job too? there's a steady pounding behind her eyes as hollis orders a whiskey sour — double — and presses her thumb into her temple while she waits. "what a fucking shit show," she mutters under her breath, eyes flickering sideways to adelaide because apparently tonight is just talk to your ex night. but at least adelaide is fucking normal, especially when the alternative is margot. she lets herself exhale, just a fraction before standing up straighter. "at least you know sullivan's too afraid of you to sack you."

[pinkauras]

@gcnetics / sienna zhang & priya kapoor.

sullivan's speech ends about as abruptly as it begun, an uneasy murmur rolling through the crowd with confused, almost hesitant applause that sienna can't bring herself to join in on. instead, she pinches herself to make sure this isn't some fucked up fever dream. "i'm sorry, what the fuck?" she says, eyes cutting to priya as their boss declares the gala in full swing and takes his exit from the stage. "what — restructuring. what does that mean?" she knows what it means. but... what does it mean for them?