#benter

Think he knows anything? Well, he's my student. I'll find out.

but season 15 old pup carter? beaten by life, missing a kidney, limping, but he still picks up the stick. pads over to dr benton. slowly now, mindful of the aching joints. he drops the sticks at the surgeon’s feet

i have never seen a single episode of ER but i know a top tier ship when i see one.

He frowns at it for several minutes before another doctor passes him and he reaches out. "Hey, why is Doctor Carter's name up on the board?'

The doctor looks at Benton like he's gone crazy, eyebrows knitting together in a frown. "Because he's getting surgery today?" Then he walks off before Peter has a chance to form any more questions.

He had known that John had asked for the day off and it wasn't really his business to know why, it's not like he would care anyway, but surgery? Why would Carter be getting sugary and plastic surgery no less? Peter snorts to himself. It's probably something vapid to go along with his trust fund, like a nose job.

Peter could probably just sneak up there, right? It's not his operating room, but maybe he can talk John out of it before he wrecks his already pretty face. Sure, it might get him on the bad side of some of the plastic surgeons, but it's not like they matter to him anyway, John's the only person that matters to him outside his family, though he'd never tell him.

Peter makes up his mind, poking his head into every pre-op room until finally he recognizes the back of his intern. "Carter what--"

John turns around, and Peter's words die in his throat. His chest is bare, but it's not flat, covered in marker, surgical cut lines, around his breasts that stick out before john's hands fly up to cover them. "Benton? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I came up here to see about something and saw your name on the board. I thought you might be getting some stupid elective surgery on your day off, I didn't think you were... what are you doing?" He frowns.

John sighs, dropping his hands from his chest and running them through his hair. "I'm getting a mastectomy. I thought you read the board."

"You're getting a mastectomy today and you only took the one day off?" Peter frowns.

"I'm not really in the position to ask for any extra, I'm an intern. It's fine, I can work through it, I've been on the waitlist for years and it was a hassle to even get today, I'm not backing out now and please don't tell anyone else."

"Carter this is ridiculous. Do you know how much pain you're going to be in? How you can't lift anything over 10 pounds or even lift your arms above your head? How are you planning to do your job?"

"I don't know!" John shouts, then quiets himself. "I don't know, okay? I'll figure it out, I need this." He says and despite his willfulness, his eyes fill with tears.

Peter feels his face soften. He shouldn't care this much about one intern, though John had been different from day one. "I'll... I'll talk to Mark about getting you some more time off and... you're coming home with me after the surgery, you're going to need someone there to make sure you don't do anything stupid."

John can't stop the hesitant smile that twitches on his face. "They did say I might need some help washing my hair since I won't be able to shower until the bandages are off."

"Don't push your luck." Peter says, already regretting his offer. "And Carter?"

"Yeah?

"Congratulations."