PIVOT

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Bevett had just finished her surgery of removing the appendix of an eight year old girl that came in two nights prior for a stomach ache. Whether the child had made it through or not was uncertain, since she often walked out of the OR in a passive aggressive rage ready to flip off anyone who asks her a dumb question.

She took off her surgical cap and dropped it at her feet before walking to the washroom. Bevett was one of the few doctors who had a personal office and it seemed like the OR was primarily hers too, considering the proximity. Alex stood fidgeting by her office door until she approached her, drying her hands on her scrubs.

"You my intern?" She raised her eyebrows as if she was accusing Alex of something. Like Davina, anxiety knew Alex's name too.

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"Just you?"

Alex looked over Bevett's shoulder and down the hall, hoping that Conor would somehow appear out of nowhere. He did not. She remembered that their ear pieces were still connected but they couldn't hear each other unless Tanner allowed it. Tanner did not.

"I guess..."

"Why didn't you come into the OR?" Bevett opened the door to her office and Alex scurried after her. The office was nothing like the ones she had seen in Grey's Anatomy or any of the Doctor offices she had been to. Rather, it was small and dusty with a tiny window and a small bed.

Beside the window was a small desk, atop which she housed a baby plant that was bent in the direction of the narrow streak of sunlight streaming in. She sat down and Alex stood at least six feet away, waiting for Tanner to whisper something in her ear.

"M-Melodie said you'd soon be finished anyway so I should just wait. She said you're sensitive to interruptions."

"Don't you think you would have learned something if you had come?"

Of course she did. She wasn't at all interested in pursuing medicine but she wasn't the type to willingly reject knowledge either.

"I did in fact, but I was following orders."

Bevett laughed, more to herself than at Alex, but Alex couldn't tell the difference. Her hands began to shake in Bevett's immediate silence and she felt displaced and anxious and nervous and—

"Baby it's okay, you don't have to be afraid. Straighten your posture and listen to my voice."

Tanner returned and brought her to calmness with the solemnity in his voice. She hated being out of control but one of the perks of dating her roommate was that he knew her, he knew how to calm her down.

"If this goes sideways, I will kill you." She whispered, wiping beneath her eyes as a disguise. Her remark was strictly to cancel the butterflies that were floating around in her stomach while pushing all thoughts of the plan's failure to the basement of her soul.

"You wouldn't be able to look into these eyes and commit murder."

He was right and she smiled at the thought, but her hands were still shaking.

"Your hands are still shaking, aren't they?"

She didn't answer. Initially because the room was too silent for Bevett not to hear but also because she thought that maybe through denial she could overcome her anxiety.

"Hey, I love you. You can do this. You're only talking to her, but if that's too much you can forget about everything else and leave. We'll find another way, don't push yourself past your limit."

"So, what made you choose pediatrics?" Bevett's voice dragged her from the verge of tears and she snapped into commission.

"Huh?.....Oh, I didn't I was kind of just assigned to you I guess."