Stole My Heart ❤️ {A Jackson Avery love story}

Chapter 79:

Ahh, another tiring shift at Seattle Grace Mercy West. I was paged at 4am by Owen to help him and Callie with a girl who fell off the roof of her house and had multiple broken bones. My day hasn't even started yet and I've had three cups of coffee.

Delilah: ugh, my day hasn't even started yet and I'm ready for my fourth cup of coffee. I'm gonna be bouncing off the walls by this afternoon.
Callie: you may be exhausted but you look great.

Callie and I share a laugh as we approach Arizona.

Callie: hey, I brought you some coffee– oh, you already have one.
Arizona: oh no. I want your coffee. I need your coffee.
Delilah: I need a fourth cup of coffee.

Arizona, Callie and I share a laugh as Owen approaches us.

Owen: okay, when you see Cristina, she is gonna be mad. She's gonna be mad at me for not paging her in here last night, possibly mad at you for not waking her up either and possibly mad at you for not texting her.
Delilah: oh, come on.
Owen: I am handling this. Do not engage her. Do not provoke her. Simply ignore her, alright?
Callie: oh, that's your plan... ignore the scalpel-hungry animal?
Owen: yep, until I come up with something better.
Delilah: good luck with that.

I smile when I see Jackson. I stand next to him and wait for Arizona to start.

Delilah: hey.
Jackson: hey. Coffee for you.

My smile grows bigger when Jackson hands me a cup of coffee.

Jackson: I know you were up at four in the morning so I know you need it.
Delilah: thanks Jackie.

Jackson playfully rolls his eyes at me before throwing his arm around my shoulders as Arizona starts her rounds. I was with Jackson, Dylan, Percy, Cristina, Owen and Callie.

Arizona: okay, I know this is the first time on a Peds rotation with me for some of you. Not for others.

Arizona flashes me a quick smile then gives Cristina a small tight lipped smile.

Arizona: but I wanted you to understand that I run my Peds unit a little differently than you may be used to. This is not general surgery in miniature. These are the tiny humans. These are children. The believe in magic, they play pretend. There is fairy dust in their IV bags. They hope and they cross their fingers and they make wishes. And that makes them more resilient than adults. They recover faster, they survive worse. They believe. In Peds, we have... miracles and magic. In Peds, anything is possible.

Jackson keeps his arm around me as we walk through the door of Peds. Cristina turns towards me and silently fake gags, making me stifle a laugh. We begin our rounds on Hillary Boyd, the girl who fell off her roof. I smile when I see another patient of ours, Wallace Anderson, dressed in mini scrubs and a mini lab coat, standing next to Hillary's bed.

Wallace: good morning Dr. Robbins, morning Dr. S.
Delilah: good morning Dr. Wallace.
Arizona: I see you've already introduced yourself to Mr and Mrs Boyd.
Mrs. Boyd: yes. Reminds me of Hillary at that age. Such an overachiever.
Callie: Dr. Shepherd, would you like to present?
Delilah: I would love to. Excuse me Dr. Wallace.

I chuckle at the little boys as I stand close to Hilary's bed.

Delilah: Hillary Boyd. 15 years old, fell off the roof of her house. Diagnosed with 52 acute fractures when she was admitted last night. An intricate and extremely challenging ORIF surgery was performed by Dr. Torres, Dr. Hunt and myself this morning before rounds.
Owen: thank you Dr. Shepherd.

I smile at Owen then look at Jackson who was already looking at me. He sends me a wink, causing me to blush.

Callie: if she fares well enough today, I'd like to go in tomorrow to repair her subtrochanteric fracture next.
Arizona: can anyone tell me the proper dosage of ceftriaxone for a pediatric patient?
J&D: 50 milligrams per kilogram per day.