okay med!SOS, you're a resident, in your last year, and you choose your specialty of cardio, and lo and behold cal is the attending (y'all got history). now let's say you've both had the same patient, and have known them for quite sometime. fast foward you lose the patient in a routine surgery, and it's hitting both of you HARD, like cal leaves the operating room, he's visibly upset, throwing shit everywhere, and when you go to console him he breakdowns
Wow I’m the worst and still haven’t posted the rest of the med!sos asks. I’m about to leave my house, but in the mean time I’m going to post this one and one other! Here ya go!
Ooooooo okay so like maybe y’all ended up meeting the patient in like your third or fourth year (out of seven) into your residency. You had been the resident he pulled to work on the case with him and it ended up being a long term case and y’all ended up bonding over the course of treatment and brainstorming what was wrong and the best way to go about it and the type of strategies for surgery. And like y’all had history (you had a fling the beginning of the of your internship that lasted a few months) but y’all had moved past it at that point (or at least y’all both thought).
So it’s come time for this big ass risky surgery for the patient and y’all go into it knowing that there’s a chance you’ll lose them. But y’all are both hopeful because things had been going so well so far. Chances were looking good. Until they weren’t anymore. Things during surgery went downhill and quick. It wasn’t long before one of y’all had to call it and you knew Calum couldn’t so you did. The minute it was called and the machines were turned off he lost it. He ripped off his mask and disposable gown and stormed off. He pulled off his cap and slammed the door open. You quickly followed behind him knowing he wasn’t going to handle the loss well. You had both grown close to the patient and it was a hard loss.
“Hey, you’re gonna be okay. You did everything you could,” you say as you enter the on-call room you knew he’d be in. It was the one y’all always used to go to. You locked the door before going to sit next to him.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he’d croak. “They were supposed to make it through.” You’d pull him into you in a hug the minute you heard his voice break and the tears started falling. You’d soothingly run your hand through his hair as he continued to cry into your chest. His arms tightly wrapped around your middle holding you close as his body shook in grief.
You’d sit like that for a while. Him calming down while you held him. He’d eventually look up at you from where he was and you’d wipe his tears away, giving him a small sympathetic smile.
“Thank you,” he’d say, voice rough from the crying.
“You know I’ll always be here. If anyone understands what you’re feeling right now, it’s me.” You look at him like he holds the world, and he does. Yours.
“You’re amazing,” he’d whisper and push a piece of hair behind your ear. The move familiar and more than welcome. He’d softly pull you into a kiss. All the emotions he’d been feeling being poured into it. You’d easily melt into him, no hesitation. And it felt like coming home.
