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Princess
The Emergency Department was not a happy place. It was full of hurt, discomfort, and death. Most days something tragic happens, from a baby being abandoned to hearing a family go through the worst day of their lives. Despite all the bad, there was always good as well.
You, unlike most of your coworkers, tried to see the good in everyone. As an emergency paediatric doctor, you saw people come into the ED on some of their worst days, and you knew that you just got the worst of the emotions flung at you. Deep down, you knew that a lot of these people were good, hardworking people. And holding onto that thought kept you going most days.
Today wasn’t most days.
Sitting down at the nurses station, you let your head drop down onto the desk with a solid thud. It was only 4pm, and yet you were ready for the day to be over. It had been rough all day. You had lost a patient only half an hour into your shift, and another had thrown up on your new shoes (although you couldn't be too mad at that one, the kid was rather apologetic). Worst of all, you had an absolute idiot assigned to you, a med student called Oglivie.
Ogilvie had decided to take matters into his own hands, and give a kid tylenol without consulting you, or the child’s chart, otherwise he would have learnt about the child’s allergies. Thankfully, the parents were very switched on to the treatments given, and had practically slapped the medication from Ogilvie's hand. Watching the shock on his face had certainly been a highlight of the shift.
“Come on, come on,” You heard Robby from behind you, before feeling a soft thunk hit your head, “You’ve got a new patient in room four. Boy vs Bike. I already started the intake for you.”
You launch yourself up and out of the chair, trying to boost your energy up again. All of that lasted two sessions before you saw the coffee in Robby’s hands. Quickly, you plucked it up, “I'll swap you coffee for Ogilvie. Enjoy!”
You made you way out of the nurses station and towards the patient room before Robby could argue back to you, not like you felt like listening to any of Robby’s bullshit today. Shutting the door behind you, you make your way over to the little girl on the hospital bed with a clearly broken arm.
“Hi,” you smile, introducing yourself and you pull on your latex gloves, and sit on the small rolling stool by the bed, “I’m the pediatric doctor here, which means I work with kiddos like you. So I heard you had a little run in with a bike, hmm?”
The kid, Amy, smiles back at you. She went to wave, only to lower her arm again when she remembered how much it hurts. “Yeah! I hurt my arm, Mummy said it was broken.”
The arm was very misshapen, you didn’t need an X-ray to tell you that. But you tapped in an order for imaging anyway, just to see how badly the bone was broken, and you knew that Ortho would want to see it as well; so you paged them to come down as well.
“Your mummy sounds like a really smart person,” You smile again, beginning to gently feel her arm. “You did a good job bringing her in today. It doesn't seem like it is anything other than a broken bone, but I'm having Orthopedics come down and have a look anyway. Once they clear it, you will most likely need a cast and a sling, but that's about it.”
“What’s a cast?” Amy says, looking down at her arm before looking back at you.
“It’s like a really hard glove which will keep your arm safe whilst it heals. You can even pick the colour you want!” You beam at the girl, before removing your gloves and tossing them into the bin.
“What colour would you want? Can it be glittery?”
“I would want a pink one; pink is my favourite colour,” You laugh, pointing the pink Stethoscope around your neck, before down to your pink trainers. “I don’t think they do glittery casts though, but I can draw some flowers on it before I leave if you want? And the sharpies I have are glittery.”
“Really?”
Before you could answer, the door opened and closed as Brendon entered the room. “What do we have here?”
“Dr Park, this is Amy. She lost a battle with her bike and now has a broken arm. We were just talking about what colour she will want.”
Gently, Brendon touched your back as he moved around him to have a look at Amy’s arm. It took him a lot less time to come to the same conclusion as you. “It's broken, and will need an X-ray. Although I think I can reset it without surgery. You’ll just need a cast for about six to ten weeks.”
“Cool.” Amy smiled up at you. “I want pink, me and Dr..”
You say your name again, before prompting the girl to continue
Amy continues on “.were talking about cast colours, she said that there aren't glittery ones. Which sucks, but she said she will draw flowers onto it in a glitter pen!”
Brendon smiles at the girl and her parents before excusing you both. The second you’re outside of the patient’s room, he grabs your hand before dragging you around the corner, away from the prying eyes of your coworkers.
“Hey baby,” He says the second you are alone, “How are you feeling now. I saw your text, you still feeling down.”
You avoid his eyes, “Yeah.. just a down day. Although it is so much better now you’re here.”
“Now you know how I feel when I see you.”
“Ew, that’s so sappy.” You fake gag, before drawing back and finally looking at your husband, “Anyway, I brought in brownies, they're in the break room. You should get one before they’re gone, and before people get suspicious and come looking for us.”
Brendon laughs, “And why aren't we telling everyone we’re married again.”
“Because I don’t want to be associated with your miserableness of course. It would ruin my forever perky image. I worked very hard for it.”
Brendon just shakes his head at you, before stealing a kiss and wandering back out into the hospital.