dressed in a nice navy blue dress shirt and tie, a quick pace exits the elevator that brought him down from the fifth floor of the hotel. it was day one of the pediatric surgery congress. held in Houston this year, he had arrived on a plane from California late the night before, straight after a long day in surgery. a coffee cup is grasped in his other hand as he signs in at the front table. The attendant hands his name identification badge over which is immediately clipped to his chest pocket. upon walking into the overly large room filled with surgeons from all over the world. he knew the opening ceremonies would start soon, so he quickly grabbed the first seat he could find that was open. he sets his bag down in front of him, nodding at the man next to him, in greeting. blue hues glance to his badge, recognizing the short distance from each other's hospital by the city name. ❝ San Jose? can’t say I've ever been there but you’d think I would have been since it takes roughly TWENTY TO TWENTY FIVE MINUTUES to drive. ❞ accented words fall silent.  

“Had everything under control? Oh, please. That patient was thirty seconds away from dying if I hadn’t stepped in.“

Why was anybody else’s idea always such an issue for him? He wasn’t perfect & certainly not the god of medicine (albeit acting like it sometimes). She had totally seen the patient first & he had no right to try and steal them away like that.

send me twilight memes 

“That doesn’t seem all too healthy. You know, some hospitals make their doctors go through mandatory therapy when they start acting like this.“

   “ don’t say it. ” she knows him well enough by now to anticipate his lecture: go home, get some rest, take care of yourself. she can practically hear his voice in her mind, and as much as she would love to do just that, she can’t. the young girl she had brought in just hours before will undoubtedly be terrified when she wakes up, and maggie can’t bare the thought of not being here to assure her of her safety: that those men won’t hurt her anymore. until then, she will remain firmly planted in the chair she has chosen as temporary residence. heavy eyes are no match for special agent reynolds.

  “ you know i’m not going anywhere, so save your breath. ” her tone has shifted, subdued from her usual bravado. a voice in her mind chimes in, reminds her that she doesn’t have compartmentalize her feelings: she’s allowed to be stricken by the image in the hospital bed before them. determined eyes soften as her gaze shifts to finally meet his.

  “ thanks for doing this. ” through her exhaustion, she does her best to come across nonchalant. it isn’t necessary, but the heaviness that heaves upon her chest claims otherwise. she’s aware that this patient isn’t exactly surgical, comprehends that there are other lives that need saving, but after what this girl has gone through: she deserves the best, and neil is just that. “ I know you’ve got lot going on...but you saw her when when brought her in. you saw the condition they kept her in. it had to be you. ”