Dr. Chris Deleo // Dr. C

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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It 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 as a kidney donor for his brother came late in the afternoon when Serena dropped by MT1 to let everyone Chris was being admitted to hospital, and that the surgery would go ahead first thing the following morning. It was sudden, but in light of hearing that Rick’s condition was deteriorated, Proctor was really surprised at the timeframe. Inevitably, he was worried about Chris and his brother, but the decision was one Proctor really did expect of Chris at the end of the day. The MT1 Chief Resident wouldn’t have lived with himself if he knew he could save his brother’s life, but didn’t.

It was mostly quiet in the Oncology unit when Proctor arrived, and although the oldest brother was asleep, despite looking not far off sleep himself, Chris was in his hospital bed tiredly watching a small DVD player open on the bed beside him. Proctor cleared his throat and held up a large bunch of flowers he had been carrying with him, the product of a quick whip-around of the department once news broke that Dr C was in hospital. “Apparently carnations are supposed to symbolise health, according to Kathy. Never was much of a fan of them myself. The bay leaf and garlic apparently mean strength, but she wouldn’t let me put any of those in there,” he explained quietly as he came over to the side of the bed and set the flowers down on the cabinet beside the table. He looked down at Chris is a small smile. “It’s a very selfless and admirable thing you’re doing, Chris. We’re all very proud of you.”

( Chris was more than surprised to see his boss appear in the hospital room, and not just because it was relatively late at night... )


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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 small section of it in the process, the damage too much to repair without a bleed out. It had been a close range gunshot wound. The guy was never going to escape without some sort of mess to his insides. Chris wet his lips behind the surgical mask at a pause in his suturing and glanced up at Proctor over the operating table. There were other staff in the OR, mostly nurses, but Chris didn't really care if they overheard. By now, it was no secret that Rick was in the oncology ward of the main hospital. Kathy and gang had been working overtime with the gossip in the few days Chris and Serena had off. The sleeping pill had Chris sleeping for fourteen hours straight, when he woke to groggily use the bathroom before stumbling back to bed and sleeping another eight hours. He felt a lot better when he had woken up, his appetite back, and refreshed sensation after he took a shower and had a shave. He still found himself quite lethargic for the remainder of their days off, though, and in between brief visits to Rick at the hospital, Chris and Serena had taken it easy, watching old movies with Chris sleeping regularly over the time.

( At least he had felt somewhat normal that morning for work, mostly back in form... )


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