beautiful scars

     She laughed at the joke, turning to give Violet her full attention. She eyed up her friend and nodded in approval, “you look just like one of us Vee,” she winked, taking one of charts from the station. “just gotta get a scalpel and for you to lose a patient then you really are one of us.” She bumped her hip in Violet’s. “You got many patients today?”

     He couldn’t help but smirk at her, knowing full well he’ll somehow manage to slip booboos into a conversation in the near future. “Oh, totally, I won’t mock you for it,” his tone was teasing, the bitterness almost fading, “and I’m sure the swim teacher is fit but… I’m thirty next year, what if I’m not ready for a relationship? What if I’m meant to live with five cats and two dogs and die in this very hospital,” he shrugged, “and besides, Doctor’s Torres and Robbins have lesbian drama, which completely different from gay men drama.”

     She stood in front of the OR schedule, leaning back against the counter as her eyes scanned for her name. Two surgeries wasn’t bad, it gave her time to check in on some patients and asses the interns more closely on whether or not they could be worth her time. “is it bad to think it’s the q word?” she said to the oncoming… person, not looking in their direction. She wasn’t about to jinx it, she’d said the words once and about fifteen patients were rushed in. “is that what its like here?”

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     “Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with you and Lucas, despite him thinking I’m his walking talking potty, but I don’t like the idea of him seeing you with bruises. At least no one has to see it on me,” he quickly assured her, grimacing at the thought of some of the bruises he’d received over the last three years. “And I’m sure not everyone thinks you’re crazy, I didn’t think you were crazy until after we met,” he joked, laughing slightly until it broke off almost bitterly, “trust me, I don’t think there is any boy in Seattle Grace that wants to kiss me, I think you have to be straight to have the drama.”

     It wasn’t like those places were being entirely used, he laughed to himself and straightened as he prepared for the gossip. He was pretty sure that his mouth was agape by the time that Violet was finished… “that’s a lot of gossip,” he mustered, flopping back onto the chair with a sigh, “there never is a quiet moment in this hospital… promise me that you’ll never let me become the talk of the hospital.”

“i’ll do everything i can to make that a no,” she admitted. there were special circumstances, there always were. if this man was so scared of going under the knife, then why would - as his doctor, andrea not respect that? “depending on the test results, i can try putting him on blood thinners. he’ll have to stay for a little bit longer to be monitored and i cant promise it’ll 100% work, but it’s worth a shot.”

Cormac smiled a smile that was reserved for his boys. Liam and Austin had gone through so much before they even really became teenagers, and he was always proud of them. Whenever anyone complimented him on his sons, he took the compliment gratefully and easily - they were easily what he was most proud of in his list of achievements that he’d had through his life so far. “They’re great kids… and I know that speaking with you ever since Abigail’s passing has really helped them feel supported and allowed them to process everything the best way they could.” He was eternally in Violet’s debt for the way that she’d provided a safe place for his sons to speak and open up. “Not so much a problem, but more like a development…” he said, trying to find a way that he could approach the topic. “I was once advised by someone who was much smarter than me… to show my vulnerability – be a mess.” he said, feeling like a mess in that moment. “I’m seeing someone – it’s not official, and it’s not a relationship, but for the first time since Abigail… I have strong feelings for the woman.” he finally said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he sat on her couch. “I know Abigail told me she wanted me to move on…. but I can’t help but worry that this– what I feel for this woman– is betraying Abigail somehow.” 

“It has, You did the right choice by bringing them in. Many kids who lose a parent and don’t get therapy have unresolved feelings that they bury inside of themselves which as you know, can result in problems later in life.” She said. She had seen it many times before. “Well, that’s perfectly normal to feel.” She assured him. “You are not betraying her. It’s perfectly fine to move on, and you have every right to. Though, I do suggest that you don’t tell the boys until it’s official. You don’t want them to form an attachment to the person you’re with.” Violet suggested.  “You should join this group - it’s a widow’s group run by this therapist who wrote wrote a fantastic book on grief.” She got up from the chair to look through her binder and pulled out a flier. “They talk about seeing someone else after losing your spouse.” She handed him the flier and then sat back down. “Do you want a relationship with her?”

“Ba-wan, which is basically a meat bun. My grandmother made the best ba-wan ever, and I can’t make it as good as her. Baozi is a close second, and as for American food? French Fries.”

  And that is why he was happy being an uncle, not a lot of responsibility, he thought briefly as he nodded along with what she was saying. It was always hard when patients reacted badly to the mention of being transported to a hospital, even worse when they mentioned Psych. He had some… fond memories of admitting patients, and he now remembered to have someone on standby to help deal with the potential fallout. “You should have called me, I could have helped Vi, she could have kicked me instead,” he joked lightly, though completely serious. 

“Getting woken up at 5 am for food, and diapers,”

  He rolled his eyes at the familiar disapproving tone of his friend and he tempted to give her a small smile, though it felt more like grimace at this point. He watched as she made herself comfortable at the table, half listening to the perils of having a two year old child while he made the effort to shove some papers into their respective folder. “And this is why we prepare lunch the day before we work, especially when your child is literally the most dramatic person I have met… and that’s saying something,” he joked lightly, and he took a deep breath as he gave her his full attention, “you know I can’t turn down a gossip session, but before that… a tiny old lady kicked you?”