To Help
@shatteredverses ~Plotted & closed
Ella was sitting near the nurses’ station looking through the cases she’d taken care of the past few hours with one of the surgeons. Her head was down, and the nurses were tittering around her in a way annoyed the hell out of her- but Ella knew better than to mess with the nurses. She was one of the few residents to not act like she knew better than them, and had yet to piss them off and planned to keep it that way. She rubbed her forehead as she added notes from the papers to the ipad that seemed to decide to be buggy today when she got a paged to come to a meeting room with a patient’s file at the ready. Ella had at first gotten up ready and then it processed the patient she was asked to bring up. The little boy was in the hospital, after having hit his head eight year old Jason had been found not only to have a brain bleed but was born with a congenital brain malformation known as Chiari Malformations. After quickly doing multiple scans and tests, they’d gone into the little boy’s head and did a decompressive craniectomy due to the swell of the brain and insert a shunt. It was a big surgery for adults let alone for an eight year old and they worried that the brain would keep swelling after the surgery. Ella remembers staying in the kids room a few hours each night for a week so her power could slowly and carefully help with the swelling, because if she pushed the body to fast and too far she’d do more harm than good. His brain and spine still filled her memory as she worked on him. She’d never forget the slight relief she allowed herself to feel when the little boy opened his eyes and didn’t lose any function.
She knew that the surgical team was looking at the possibility of doing a laminectomy when he fully healed for a more permanent solution. She assumed that was what it was about when she opened the door and paused only seeing one person in the room. Having adjusted her ponytail, and scrubs, before walking into the room. She quirked an eyebrow, the only show of emotion on her face as she took in the person. “Dr. Strange?” She glances at the door to make sure she came to the right conference room, glancing at the surgeon slightly suspicious
