Nov 28, 2024
Meléndez, Luis Egidio - Self portrait
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Meléndez, Luis Egidio - Self portrait
Melendez x reader - our stories
Grumbling under your breath, you stormed over and slammed the file on the table.
“Your results.”
“Is that the way you treat the people you work with?” Melendez asked.
“Only arrogant assholes who think they’re better than everybody else.”
“Keep it up and you’ll be written up.”
You said nothing and he picked up the file to read through it.
“Run them again.”
“I’ve just run them, it’s a waste of time, clearly we need to start antibiotics.”
“And I’m telling you to run these tests again, so go.”
“It’s scut work!”
“And that’s what you’re on until you start treating people with respect.”
You scoffed.
“I’ll respect you when you start respecting me and Shaun.”
With that, you walked off and turned to Shaun who was waiting outside.
“Did you get in trouble?”
“No Shaun, I didn’t. And you’re not either, come on.”
He quickly followed you.
“I could hear you shouting.”
“It’s nothing Shaun, let’s just go rerun those tests.”
“Okay.”
You were still stuck on scut work like you always were, and you were debating moving to a different hospital.
You had plenty of offers from other places, you were a highly sought out candidate for a residency.
So after a few more weeks of clashing heads with with Melendez, you began looking at a few vacancies, weighing up your options.
When your phone began to ring, you looked at it and chose to ignore it, since you didn’t want to speak to your boss.
When it kept ringing you simply just sent a message saying you were sick and turned your phone off.
But then your house phone began to ring, and with a heavy sigh you walked over and answered it.
“What?”
You listened to the voice of the nurse on the other end, and you were already rushing around trying to gather everything.
“I’m on my way.”
Hanging up, you tossed it aside, changed, grabbed your mobile phone and rushed out of your apartment.
You drove as fast as you could to the hospital, running straight into the ER.
“You’re late and ignoring a call in.”
“Shut up.” You snapped.
“I have put up with you long enough, I will be writing you up and we will be having a meeting about your behaviour so let’s go.”
“No.”
You began rummaging through all the files, looking for a specific one.
“That is enough!”
Melendez took the files away from you, and you slapped his hand away making a few people stop before they carried on.
“This kind of behaviour I would expect from Shaun, but from you? You are out of control and out of line.”
You barged past him, and you began to look at all of the rooms.
“Is this you trying to prove a point? You’re being childish!” Melendez snapped.
You carried on ignoring him and he grabbed your arm.
“Stop!”
You spun around, shoving him backwards.
“Don’t you dare touch me.”
With that, you carried on and you disappeared from his sight.
He didn’t have time to chance you, he had things to be doing so that’s what he went to do, deciding he would deal with you afterwards.
So he went to his next patient with Claire, Jared and Shaun.
“My sister…”
“One of the nurses reached out to your family Joshua, she’s coming.” Melendez smiled.
Joshua took a weak breath, nodding his head as he let the doctors check on him.
“You need new lungs.” Shaun said.
“Murphy.” Melendez snapped.
The door was slammed open, and you rushed over to Joshua, taking his hand in yours.
“You came…” he whispered.
You placed your hand on his head.
“Of course I came.”
You looked to Melendez before turning to the others.
“Help him.” You said quietly.
“We’ll do everything we can.” Jared said.
You nodded and pulled a chair over to sit next to your brother, only half listening to everything that was being said.
Not long later Melendez came back in.
“I need to ask a few follow up questions.”
“Let him sleep.”
“Alright. Then I’ll ask you. Can we talk over here?”
You nodded, getting up to follow him but you wouldn’t leave the room, so he closed the door, letting you stay inside.
You kept your eyes closely on your brother.
“When he came in we did some tests, and an MRI on his lungs revealed masses we can’t make sense off.”
“So what do you want?” You asked.
“I want to know why, or I want permission to run some more tests. Until we figure out what’s causing his issues we can’t help Joshua.”
“What’s your initial prognosis?”
“(Y/N).”
“What is your thoughts?” You asked sternly.
He sighed heavily.
“Right now, a transplant is his best option, but if we know what the cause is we can possibly find the real answer. Either way we will get it.”
“Then run your tests.”
“(Y/N), I want to help your brother.”
“Run the tests.”
With that, you walked away.
Melendez wasn’t sure what he expected from you, but it wasn’t that.
He knew you wanted to help your brother, but he wasn’t expecting you to be so recluse about your life what you would prefer them to run tests over answering a few questions.
But he ran the tests just like you had told him to do.
He came back with everybody with the results, and he looked at the rest of the team.
“Go, get some rest. We’ll handle the next step in the morning.”
He walked into the room and closed the door.
Your brother looked up from his phone, and he set it aside.
“We found some abnormalities on your tests, and we ran a few more with your sisters consent. You have extreme scarring to your lungs.”
Joshua sighed, coughing a little bit.
“I know.”
“You know? Does (Y/N) know?”
“Of course.”
Melendez sighed heavily as he walked over.
“There’s a few possible options, but the only long term solution is a transplant, how did you get scars this bad?”
Joshua smiled a little.
“Smoke burns after a while.” He said.
Melendez gave a look of confusion.
“When I was a kid.. I was trapped in a fire, but the hospital didn’t look that hard at me.”
“You have no other scars indicating damage from a fire.”
“Because I didn’t get burned.”
Joshua looked towards you, and so did Melendez.
“I won’t say anything else.. just do what you have to.”
Melendez nodded his head, and they did what they could to give your brother some more time while he wanted for a more permanent solution.
But the doctor found his attention kept going towards you, and even after your brother was cleared to go home with frequent check ups, and you returned back to work, he had questions.
So finally he decided to act.
“Can we talk?”
You sighed, doing the buttons up on your jacket.
“Make it quick.”
You followed him over to an empty on call room, and he closed the door.
“Joshua explained how he scarred his lungs. It explained he was left in a fire, he explained he never got burned, which for that kind of damage is a miracle.”
“These things happen.”
Melendez sighed.
“I want to run some tests on you to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen to you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“If you were in the fire for even half as long I doubt it.”
“Listen to my breathing if you want, you won’t find anything.”
He walked over, and he listened to your breath, and it was perfect, not a hint of an issue with your lungs.
“I never breathed in smoke, because I stole an oxygen tank from the firefighters when they weren’t looking, I stole two, one for me one for Joshua.”
You sighed, sitting in the bench.
“My brother didn’t get burned because I did, I covered him so he wouldn’t get hurt.”
You rolled up your sleeve to show him your burned arm, and rolled it back down.
“Our parents were shit, they never loved us, and left us to burn in that fire. And I would’ve stood and watched that house burn down if my brother weren’t in there Melendez.”
You stood up, picking your bag up.
“So before you start thinking everybody is the same pretentious ass that you are, maybe you should take the stick out every once in a while and see we’re all human. We’re all healing over something, and it’s no excuse for you to take out pain out on us.”
“I know, I know and I’m sorry. Okay? I am. I was wrong and I should never have treated you with such disrespect.”
You walked turned to the door.
“Maybe we can start again, as friends?” He asked.
“Not a chance.”
Melendez watched you leave and he ran a hand over his hair.
He had messed up big time, and it was possibly going to cost the hospital and him one of the best surgeons that they had ever seen.
He felt bad.
And he wanted to make it right with you, not only that, but he genuinely did want to know more about you, and get your scars looked at properly.
But he knew it wasn’t going to easy.
Everybody had a story, and he had a feeling that was only a fraction of yours
i hate that melendez dies in the good doctor. i love this character and the actor and I ship him with claire and also he's just hot
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Still Life with Chocolate Service, Luis Egidio Melendez, 1770
Luis Egidio Meléndez (1716-1780) “Still Life with Bread and Figs” (c. 1770) Oil on canvas Located in the National Gallery of Art, Washington DC, United States
the good doctor s3 finale got me like