#parakat

[allisonrileybradford-md]

Try, Try, Try || Kitty and Allie

“Dr. Bradford, Harris in 2313 is 6 cm dilated, 90% effaced, she declined an epidural; Daniel in 2315 is still at 2 cm, 50% effaced with consistent contractions, and the Georges in 2319 wants to see you before discharge,” Julie says, standing in front of her desk. “Alright, let Harris keep progressing as is. I’ll take a look at Daniel, assess the baby, and stop by and see Melinda and Hannah,” Allie nods, finishing up some OR notes and saving out. 

“Yes ma’am,” Julie nods. “Oh, and the blood test from this morning for Dr. Walker.” Allie’s throat goes dry and she takes the paper that Julie hands her. “Would you like me to call and tell her?” her nurse asks, and Allie shakes her head. “No. Thank you, I will tell her myself,” She says, folding the paper and putting it in the pocket of her scrub pants. Allie loops her stethoscope around her neck, leaves the room. She checks on Laura Daniel in 2315 and confirms that the baby is holding strong, has her started on a drip of piton. She stops by to see Melinda and Hannah George, sending them off with their new twin girls. She’d helped them get pregnant with their 3 year old son, and now these little girls. Full circle. And then, she goes to find Kitty. 

Asking around leads her to the third floor skills lab, and she stands there for a moment, watching her. “Hey,” She finally says. 

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D-day || Kitty and Allie

Pulling up in front of Kitty’s house, she puts the car in park and turns it off, getting out. Heading up the front walk, she knocks on the door before letting herself in. “Hey, guys,” She smiles, seeing Jack and Sophie right inside the door. Sophie was helping Jack with his tie, while he put on his shoes. “Hi, Allie” Sophie says, forcing a small smile that Allie knew was just for her brother. Jack waves, nervous himself. After months of Hannah getting it delayed, the custody hearing was today. Allie thought it unfair how the legal system found it ok to leave these kids an Kitty hanging in some in between. Though, she knew the legal system had a lot of faults. “Where’s Kitty?” She asks, brushing a hand through Jack’s hair to straighten it out of his eyes. “Upstairs,” Sophie says, straightening Jack’s tie again, and then leaning back. “Trying to figure out what will make her look more motherly.” Nodding with a light laugh, Allie heads up the stairs, down the hall. She stands outside the door, watching Kitty for a moment, standing in front of a mirror, before knocking. “Hey,” She says softly. 

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Shock to the System || Allie, Evan, and Kitty

After she puts her sneakers back on, and Evan his shirt, they take off together. It’d been a long, long time since she’d responded to something in the ER, she hadn’t covered any shifts since she’d been back. She didn’t do it a lot to begin with, only when they really needed someone, but it was exciting, a nice adrenaline rush to break up her first night away from the boys. And it was nice to work with her husband, too. Running down the stairs they make it to the ER. “Trauma 1,” she hears, and so she leads the way, and getting to the door, she stops cold. “Evan, it’s Robert,” She gasps, seeing her friend, their friend, laying on the gurney, unresponsive, with monitors hooked up. A resident and interns are there, looking scared shitless, and all she can do is be frozen. “It’s Robert” She gasps again, shaking her head. 

[robertmccallistermd]

Shift || KitRob (feat. Ellison)

“Hey, Evan said Allie’s parents took the girls to get lunch, so now’s a good time. You have time to go together?” Robert asks when he finds his wife at one of the nurse’s stations. The news that Allison had given birth Sunday was exciting, new members of the family. They’d seen photos, but Robert was excited to go see the babies in person. Especially since one of them was his godson. 

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In the After || KitRob

“--yea, that’s great. Make sure you try and get the money for the new EEG machine. Alright, Yang, let me know how the surgery goes, I have to go...alright, bye.” Robert hangs up his cell phone, returning to shuffling through Kourtney’s financial statements. It had been two weeks since she died, a week and a half since the funeral. The kids had spent an hour with her, and then Hannah another hour. Robert had taken about thirty minutes to say goodbye, even Kitty had taken a few minutes. Kourtney had been an organ donor, and so then she’d went in to the OR for the organ retrieval. It had been hard for the kids at first, but they were better with it after he and Kitty had explained how many people their mother was saving.

They were staying in Kourtney’s house. In the guest room. He hadn’t mentioned anything about packing up, wanting to give the kids some time. They were slowly transitioning back to school, he’d let them go in for half days at first. Today was when Kourtney’s lawyer was coming over, to read her will. Hannah was here, and a ring of the bell told him that the lawyer had arrived. Getting up, Robert leaves Kourtney’s office and goes down the hall to the front door. He can hear the kids in the living room with Kitty and Hannah and he calls, “I’ve got it,” as he pulls the door open. “Hi, Jane,” Robert greets the lawyer, shaking her hand and standing back. “Robert, it’s nice to see you again, although awful it’s under these circumstances,” she says, stepping inside. “You too. It’s been tough, for the kids. But they’re hanging in there. Everyone’s right through here. Can I get you anything?” He offers as they step into the living room. “No, thank you,” Jane declines. Robert sits down next to Kitty on the couch, lifting Jack up to take his seat, and putting his son on his lap.

[robertmccallistermd]

Shock to the System || KitRob

“Good afternoon, passengers. The piolet just informed me we will be beginning our descent into New York’s JFK Airport in five minutes. At this time, please return your seats and tray tables to their upright, locked position, and buckle your seat belts. Thank you, and as always, thank you for flying United Airlines!”

He’d been staring out the window of the airplane for the majority of the six hour flight. Katherine had managed to get them tickets on a plane that had left at 10:45. Two very expensive first class tickets, but he didn’t care. He clutched his wife’s hand in one of his, and his phone in the other, having told his ex-mother-in-law to email him if she got any information. Nothing had come in, and even as a doctor he didn’t know if that was bad or good. They were at Columbia hospital, that much he knew, but he had no close colleagues there he could call to get him information. He was stuck waiting.

The flight had drug on for hours, but they were finally landing. And he didn’t even know what he would get to the hospital to find out. Was his daughter ok? Was Kourtney? This had been six hours of hell.

[allisonrileybradford-md]

Complication || Kitty and Allie

Preparing to go on maternity leave is a total bitch. In addition to a full schedule of patients at thirty three weeks pregnant, she was trying to make sure all her charts were perfectly organized and up to date, all started with a note from her about the course she was taking. Izzie and Brighton were taking over most of her cases, with some of the most dire ones going right to Addison. It was strange, preparing to take a leave. It was also stressful on her patients, all of whom were hormonal and pregnant. You got attached to your OB, because you were trusting them with your child, she knew that from experience, and she felt bad, leaving. In the middle of typing up a note for a file, she finishes her sentence and then glances up when there's a knock on the door. "Julia," She says, smiling at the fifth year resident. 

"Dr. Bradford," Julia says, stepping in, a file in hand. "I wanted to talk to you about a patient." Allie nods, leaning back. "Of course, come in. What's up?" Julia comes in, shutting the door behind her, and sits on the edge of one of the chairs in front of Allison. "I saw a new patient, and did the first prenatal, so I did all the routine blood tests. She's eight weeks pregnant, and the results I got back...her cell counts are completely out of whack," She says slowly. Allie wonders why she's so nervous, and nods, reaching her hand out, taking the results. "Well, the course of action would be to refer her to the oncology department," She says, seeing that the white and red blood cell counts are indeed very abnormal. "Who's the patient?" Allie asks her. Julia frowns, and swallows before slowly saying, "Katherine Walker." 

Allie's heart freezes for a minute, and she looks at Julia. No, no way. But she takes the chart, and sure enough, it's Katherine's. "Alright, I'll take it from here," Allison murmurs. "You can go," She dismisses, picking up the phone on her desk and dialing for the nurse's station. "Julie, I need you to get Walker to my office, now. The resident," She snaps, before hanging up the phone again, looking over the test results. 

[fckdb]

Study Date || Derek and Kat

Derek walked over to his closet and began to look through his clothes for something decent to wear. This was his time actually going out of his house for any reason actually. His summer had consisted of xbox, xbox, more xbox and working out so he had no reason to honestly leave his house except at the beginning of the summer when he checked books out at the library for his summer project which he had not even started on. So he had decided that since the project was due on Friday, he probably should start and finish it before then.

He found slipped a pair of cargo shorts and a plain white shirt onto himself then went into the bathroom to fix his hair and brush his teeth. He didn't want to make it seem like he was overdoing himself but at the same time, didn't want it to seem like he actually cared about his appearance. Once he finished in the bathroom, he hurried into his room and grabbed his bag which contained his stuff to work on the project then slid his shoes on then left his house.

After walking for a couple of blocks, he finally reached Kat's house with a sigh of relief. Well for one that it was getting cold and two, he hated walking. He walked up the stairs to her front door and fixed his hair once more before knocking on her door and stepped back some.