I've got some request for Doctors AU, I've watched this scene on Grey's Anatomy. Thena's doing a surgery and Gil reminding her that it's time to take her meds, he's also holding some food. Thena walks through him and grumble while being fed by him.
Some cute, soft, quiet moment for them pls plus the interns being confused if they're married or not.
Thank you!!!
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"Okay, and one...two...three!"
Thena and Ikaris both bear down on the patient, Ikaris using his weight to reset the bone in question, Thena holding down the body to minimise the aftershock damage to the socket. It's a sickening sound, but they both laugh a little at the good sign.
One of the interns gags quietly.
"Please," Thena rolls her eyes at them, the last person interested in sparing their feelings. "You're training to be doctors and you're going to flinch at the sound of a hip joint?"
Ikaris looks at Thena as if the little pack of pups isn't even present, "you really do get the worst of the whelps down here."
Thena shrugs at him, "they come here to make cash, not learn."
A hand shoots up, "I wanna learn!"
"Lesson one, don't kiss ass," Ikaris barks at them. "Now, does one of you runts want to help me with the shoulder?"
They look between them, but Thena snaps her gloves off her hands, "you are here to learn. It's almost as if it's part of your jobs here--to learn to practise medicine?"
She tosses the gloves at them, and the one who catches them instead of letting them fall to the floor, she points to, "you."
The intern sighs, visibly tucking their tail between their legs as both Thena and Ikaris glare at them. They take Thena's position at the opposite side of the bed from Ikaris.
"Just hold 'im down. I'm doin' the hard part anyway."
Thena turns as the door cracks open, revealing a certain paramedic, "Gil?"
"Sorry to interrupt," he whispers, slipping into the room. The interns make room for him by Thena's side. "How's it going?"
"Car crash, some of the other guys picked him up pretty far out of the city," Thena narrates as the intern tries not to cry as Ikaris barks at them to hold the patient steady. "He's lucky it's not worse, but bones got pretty messed up from-"
"Having his feet on the dash," both of them finish simultaneously, laughing a little as they do.
The interns look at them funny for laughing at the severity of the injuries, but their backs go straight as Thena looks at them sharply again.
"Any of you ever done that?"
They all shake their heads, and immediately she can tell at least two of them are lying. She narrows her eyes, "tell me what this guy's recovery is going to look like."
They look between themselves, although they're learning that the longer they take doing so the more they get yelled at. "Uh, six to eight weeks minimum in a full cast-"
"And that's after his post-ops are done," Ikaris interjects as he resets the shoulder with another loud and sickening crack of bone on bone. "You don't just reset a hip and then put 'em in a plaster diaper for two months."
"He's lucky the bone didn't break clear through his pelvis," Thena says, not sugarcoating it at all for the young minds in the room. They shudder, but she looks up at Gil, "you back from a run?"
"Yep," he grins at her, "and it's that time."
Thena frowns, turning over her wrist to look at her watch and then back up at him, "I can't just leave the whelps."
Gil shrugs, though, "we can do it here."
The interns begin to trade looks between themselves, a few of them seeming vaguely flustered.
"No, we can't," Thena huffs at Gil, tucked right into her personal bubble. She puts her hands on her hips, "we're in the middle of a case."
"Ikaris has it under control," Gil waves vaguely in the direction of their colleague with his hoodie pocket. "And you're not going to avoid me all day, so you might as well just let me get it over with."
A few of the interns blush.
"Gil," Thena sighs, almost seeming sheepish herself. She knows better than to try and fight him on this, "you don't have to do this, you know."
"Maybe," he neither admits nor denies, instead just sidestepping her protests, as weak as they are. "But I want to, and that's all that matters."
Even Ikaris is eyeing them occasionally while he checks over the rest of the patient's crumbled tinfoil ball of a body.
Thena sighs and rolls her eyes as loudly as possible. Gil lets her, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a pill bottle, a bundle of wax wrap, and a bottle of vitamin water.
The interns watch in shock - and maybe a little horror - as Gilgamesh first presses the pill between Thena's lips, then tips up the water for her to take a sip. Her hands remain planted on her hips, so she technically isn't handling any contamination for herself.
"And," Gil smiles as he unwraps the wax wrap, holding up a rice ball.
Thena eyes the onigiri. "Tuna?"
"Of course," he grins, holding it up for her to take a bite. She licks her lips, and he takes the liberty of grabbing a grain of rice she missed for himself.
Thena sighs, unable to keep herself from smiling, "how do you find the time to be such a good cook?"
"Just for you, dear," he chuckles, offering another bite. "How is it?"
He's not talking about the onigiri he has lovingly made and now fed to her. He's not talking about how her day is going or even how this specific patient is going for her.
Thena looks down at the leg of hers that had been impaled an increasing number of weeks ago. She's on the last week of her antibiotic and nerve suppressant medications for it, which Gil is hand feeding her for the sake of keeping her timing consistent.
Gil tucks some of her stray hair behind her ear as he offers another sip of lemonade flavoured water. The interns - and Ikaris - are still being forced to witness every sickening moment of it.
"It's okay," Thena tells Gil honestly as she's chewing. "It's still a little sore some mornings, but once I get going, it's fine."
"And you're still-"
"I'm still doing the stretches," she drones out like a teenager being asked something tedious. Gil has been more strict about her regiment than her physiotherapist, which she has told him multiple times. He only seems proud of that, though.
"Good," he grins as she finishes off the light snack. He swipes his thumb at the corners of her lips again before taking the rest of the water for himself. "Kingo and I are headed out. I'll see you tonight?"
Thena just nods, waving at him to wish him luck on his next run into the field.
Ikaris sighs roughly through his teeth, snapping off his gloves as well. "That's all we can do at the moment. From here, we get him prepped for surgery so we can look at his nerve damage and see just how hard rehabilitation is going to be."
The intern who helped him reset the bone is white as a ghost, paler than the Phantom of the ER herself.
"Go inform Ajak," Thena orders the pups, who walk out talking amongst themselves.
"I didn't know her husband could cook."
"Dude, I didn't even know he was her husband!"
"Really?--all you have to do is see them together once and you know."
Ikaris walks out behind them alongside Thena, who is rubbing sanitiser into her hands. She doesn't seem to be aware of the interns gossiping about her, or maybe she's just used to it. Ikaris has to admit that even he hadn't thought they were together. Although Sersi is always telling him he's a bit thick about this stuff.
He didn't think they were public about it, at least. But it doesn't get much more public than letting your husband hand feed you a home cooked lunch in front of the interns.
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