All Elaine could do was nod, understanding a little too well how it was being married to someone who was controlling and ignorant. Not to the degree of the man in question, but close enough to feel a touch of empathy for the wife and child.
“Alright,” Elaine breathed the word out, fully trusting Shreya’s judgment. “That’s a good plan. I’ve heard Doctor Karev’s great with jackasses,” she grinned, her tone a little lighter than before. “I’ve seen cases like this before, and more often than not things turn out alright. Eventually, if he does come to terms with the most efficient plan of treatment, he won’t admit that you were right. He’ll twist it around to fit his own narrative and try to make himself look like the hero.” Elaine lifted her shoulders in a quick shrug, “they’re all the same, really.”
Finishing cleaning up her own mess, she nodded, “I’ve got plenty of time today. I had to scrub in on a surgery being done by a bunch of idiotic clowns, so my only real plan for today is decide what to do with the idiots.” Elaine looked at Shreya, laughing slightly at her own malicious thinking and already anticipating letting out her wrath on the doctors. Heels clicked as she walked toward the door, holding it open for Shreya, “shall we?”
Karev had been an attending by the time that Shreya arrived to Seattle Grace, but she of course had heard stories of how rough his exterior had been while he was still a resident. It was incredible how easily he could put himself in the shoes of their patients and clear that nobody would fight harder for them than he would. Which would probably make him the perfect candidate to handle the jackass dad, Shreya couldn’t deny that.
“Oh he surely can’t let himself be on the wrong side of things. You know I was really hoping that this type of masculinity would have died out by now.” It wasn’t excusable by any means, but some people were stuck in the beliefs of their parents -- unable to grow enough to see how wrong some of their actions or views of the world were. However, the only thing she cared about was helping a young woman with her own bodily autonomy in the face of a horrible diagnosis.
However, most of the tension of the morning was relieved as she lead the way out of the attending’s lounge with the prospect of spending lunch with Elaine. A chance to focus on any problems but her own, which was much preferred. “Which department is giving you trouble?” She could feel some empathy for those that had drawn Elaine’s disdain, but she was the utmost responsible for keeping the hospital’s stellar reputation, which was a far heavier burden than most could realize, she was sure.
