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For once, Chris was actually doing what he was told. He was sitting in MT1 and waiting for Serena. It was almost driving him mental being there and knowing he couldn't step in to the absolute chaos overflowing around him, but he was still sitting... and waiting. Waiting forever, it felt like. On the ( Read more... )

8.4. "Friends are like walls. Sometimes you lean on them, and sometimes it's just enough to know they're there."
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Co-written with imheretoliveIt was approaching nine pm at night by the time Proctor managed to finish work for the day. On the scale of things, it was a relatively steady and even day. News had come that Chris was stepping up to the plate ( Read more... )

There was no specific thing that had Chris standing at the edge of the bay Proctor was ending a consult with a patient in. He waited until his English boss finished with the patient, luckily following news of a positive prognosis and then fell into step with him to head towards the elevators. Something about the intensity of the conversation with ( Read more... )

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[Follows THIS]It had been a long procedure, and Chris was relieved they were now on the home straight of it. Proctor had worked on the liver, discovering more damage than the CT showed once they had the man opened up, while Chris had consistently worked on removing the bullet and repairing the damage to the bowel. He had to take a ( Read more... )

LINK: I meant "Colon Whisperer" with all the love in the world.

[Follows THIS]Serena had let Chris sleep for about two hours, give or take, before she carefully woke him to remind him he had to call in sick before it got too late to find someone to fill his on-call. Waking up, he felt a lot worse than he did during the banter before he had fallen asleep and promptly started to make good use of the bucket she ( Read more... )

LINK: Oh my god, I suck. I got friggin Rick-Rolled... by my boss.