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“Your patient, Andrea, I like her…treated her several times, she’s had a rough ride,” complication after complication after complication. “Which means, I would quite like her not to die in here, so you need to get Bell off her surgical base, before he HODAD’s kills her.” Well, truthfully, he wasn’t entirely sure just how much Halstead knew about what was going on here. “His complication rate is through the roof, he killed an appendectomy patient, inters don’t even screw that up. You want you patients to get out of here alive, you keep him as far away from them as possible.”

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     “ ---- it’s like ONE more flight of stairs, I promise ----” She’s practically got him by the sleeve, and really, it’s not that she felt like they were moving too slowly, but she got ahead of herself easily. Or maybe she was just too easy to excited. Roof tops, as it were, weren’t all that exciting, on the whole. But this one was special, in part because it was a decent view, and in part because it belonged to her building, which made it easier to control. The sigil carved into the door is hard to miss, but her landlord had yet to replace it, which was a blessing, really. “ -- this is like -- one of THREE places in Chicago that’s totally ghost free. Y’know -- quiet.”

“ You’re the doctor. I’m pretty sure you can self-diagnose yourself. Don’t need my opinion to say you’re right. ” Persephone leaned back against the squishy pillow, fluff rising on either side of her ears. It was almost a miracle how she managed to get him back to his place, drag his drunk ass through the rooms till plopping him down face first onto his bed. But, lucking for her sake, he had been drunk enough that there wasn't much of a fight put up when she convinced him to leave the bar. There was still concern for the male, so she convinced herself to also stay the night— however, Will was most definitely under the covers while she used a pile of blankets and stayed atop them. “ You are more entertaining drunk than I thought you would be. I’d be down for seeing that again. ”

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“---hi! i’m lexie, lexie grey.”

The exhaustion was bone deep now, on shift for an hour after she was supposed to be off, but you couldn’t just up and leave a trauma case. Cass glanced at Doctor Halstead, forced a smile, albeit a tired one. “I need a coffee and the biggest damned breakfast ever after I clock out. Join me?” she asked, stretching to crack her back. Like an old woman, she thought.

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