Stole My Heart ❤️ {a Jackson Avery Love Story} (continued)

Chapter 204:

I walk out of my third surgery of the day. Three surgeries, and my day has barely started.

Delilah: I need more coffee.
Scotty: here, you coffee addict.

I chuckle as Scotty hands me a cup of coffee.

Delilah: this is why I keep you around.
Scotty: of course. Who else is gonna feed your caffeine addiction if you don't have me?

Scotty and I share a laugh as I get a page.

Delilah: it's Mer. I'll see you later.

I walk off to CT, but I get dragged away by Dylan and get dragged into an on-call room.

Delilah: well, hello to you too.
Dylan: my dad isn't my actual dad.

My eyes grow wide at Dylan's statement.

Delilah: woah, woah, woah, pause. What?
Dylan: Felix isn't my real dad. My mom had an affair with someone else.
Delilah: oh my god. How did you find out?
Dylan: I just... I kind of realized that I look absolutely nothing like Felix. I confronted my mom about it... and she didn't deny it.
Delilah: oh my god. Does Felix even know?
Dylan: he found out. He left. He's putting his resignation.
Delilah: oh my god. I'm really sorry Dyl. Wait, so if Felix isn't your bio dad, who is?
Dylan: ... Robert Avery.

My eyes grow wide. So Dylan and Jackson are brothers.

Delilah: oh my god. So, you and Jackson...
Dylan: we're brothers.
Delilah: oh my god. Does he know?
Dylan: no, not yet. I wanna tell him.
Delilah: you need to tell him.
Dylan: I know.

I get a text from Mer.

Mer Bear 🧸💕: where are you?

Me: sorry, coming.

Delilah: hey, I have to go see Mer, but text me if you need me.

I kiss Dylan on the cheek then I run off to CT. I run to CT and I find Mer sitting.

Meredith: there you are.
Delilah: sorry, Dylan needed me. What's up?
Meredith: I have a question for you.

I was about to respond when my pager goes off.

Delilah: crap, 911 from Nelson. Is your question important?
Meredith: it's fine, go fix Nelson's mistake because Lord knows he's a nitwit compared to you.

I chuckle at Mer as I bolt into surgery.

-later-

I walk into a x-ray room and I find Ben and Jackson looking over some scans.

Delilah: hey lovey.
Jackson: oh good, I was just about to page you lovey. I might need an extra set of hands for this, and I was wondering if my beautiful and amazing wife who I love so so much could be those set of hands.

I chuckle as I kiss my husband.

Delilah: sure thing sweet cheeks.

Just as I sit down next to Jackson, Richard walks in.

Webber: what do we have here? Ouch.
Delilah: yeah, ouch.
Jackson: yep.
Ben: a 27 year old got his hand jammed in a revolving door.
Delilah: poor guy. That'll definitely do a number on ya.
Jackson: you could say that again love.
Webber: what's the game plan?
Jackson: well, since his MESS score's a 7, we're sitting right in the gray area between salvage and amputation, so obv—
Webber: actually, I'd like to hear what Warren's thinking.
Jackson: good idea.