Dr. Chris Deleo // Dr. C

[Follows episode 1x12 "Down to the Bone"]

LINK: Where Chris does what he does best, and pulls the piss out of Eva yet again... with a hint of D&M added for good measure

[Follows Miami Medical 1x12 "Down to the Bone" | Spoiler heavy]

Chris couldn't believe the week he was having, he really couldn't. It was like if he had to describe a bad week to someone and took a little artistic licence in his description, this would be it. Only, there was no artistic licence, it had all really happened to him. It just seemed surreal that when he was leaving the hospital after his ridiculously long shift, pushing forty hours, that Proctor actually called Chris his friend. It kind of made up for all the shit. Well, that, and his patient thanking him for scaling down the sink hole to save his life. Sometimes life really could just shit all over you from great heights, but it was the little things that just made what he did worth it. Now he was sitting sprawled on Serena's sofa, his injured hand nursed against his chest as he rested his head back, eyes closed. He wasn't asleep, even though he really, really wanted to be. But after being up so long, he wanted to try and push through until at least an early bed time so he could attempt to get his body clock back into some regular time. If he went to bed now, he would be awake again at two am, and it would be a vicious cycle.

( She had called him when he was just leaving work, telling him to go to her place so she could cook him dinner... )


Word Count | 4,427

LINK: Chris was pretty sure now that feeling safe was a sensation he had well taken for granted.