"Don't be sorry," Elaine shook her head, "that woman's an absolute idiot and every time she calls me I fear I'm at risk of losing brain cells." Nodding, she turned to her laptop, working to find the OR and consult schedules, "my shithead father used to send me to the doctor with his friends' wives or my brothers' girlfriends. Whoever was available, really. A babysitter would've almost been preferable." With a teasing grin she skimmed the schedule, eyes narrowing. "You don't have a busy day, I'll just throw what's on your schedule to the other brain-lovers. Unless there's anything you'd like postponed, because you neurosurgeons sure are territorial," Elaine finished with a wink, leaning back in her chair. "And you can come a little further in here, the floor's not lava. Not yet, at least."
wesley laughed and nodded his head. he knew all too well what it was like to talk to people like that. "thank you for understanding. no, throwing it over to the others should be fine. i don't have anything major that they can't deal with." wes usually hated throwing others his surgeries, but that day he knew he didn't have anything super important and the surgeries were basic things, that he didn't have to worry about other people messing up. "like other surgeons aren't? i happen to know a bunch of territorial cardio surgeons running around this hospital that would fight tooth and nail if you tried to take over their OR." he joked and shook his head, as he leaned against the doorway. "feel like i'm being called into the principal's office, i'm okay right here."














