Andy sighed as he flipped through the files at the nurses’ station. This ortho round was just… not that exciting. He felt bad for thinking it, but he just didn’t find the cases all that interesting. He wanted to be cardio thoracic surgeon. Why did he have to spend months treating patients without heart failure of any kind? Ok, ok, he knew why… but that didn’t make this phase of his residency any easier. This last week he’d dealt with two pediatric fractures (wrist, arm) and four geriatric ones (hip, hip, hip and you guessed it… hip).
It was all so straightforward. Broken? Cast it. Sprained? Wrap and ice. And painkillers, painkillers, painkillers. He’d never written so many prescriptions. When it came down to it, the thing he resented most was not being able to cure his patients. The only thing that would fix them was time – and the healing abilities of their own bodies. As a heart surgeon, he knew he’d be able to take a sick person and return them to health, in some cases practically overnight. Orthopedics was different – he was a manager, an overseer of a process. Not what he’d signed up for.
Hearing his name over the intercom, he slid down from where he’d propped himself up on the station desk and made his way towards the emergency department, quickly stopping by radiology to pick up the x-rays of his brand new patient…
Mo struggled to get comfortable sitting on the exam table with her left leg straight out in front of her. It had been awhile since she’d done her stretches and her hamstring was aching but that felt almost pleasantly painful compared to how her foot felt right now.
She shook her head and shrugged quickly, willing away the frustration that bubbled up inside of her and tried to focus on the facts. She was a Canadian citizen visiting the United States through the Urban Arts Exchange Program between Pittsburgh and Toronto. She had missed a step on a downtown curb, fallen and probably broken something. The side-eye she’d received at the admitting desk didn’t give her much hope she’d be escaping this American hospital without a serious dent to her credit limit. She closed her eyes tight and tried not to give into self pity. She felt very lonely and ok, fine – a little scared.
The nurse who had wheeled her from admitting to radiology and back to the sheeted cubicle in the emergency department had been chatty and friendly, joking with Mo to distract her from her discomfort. But the nurse had moved on and now Mo just waited for the doctor to arrive with her x-ray. And hopefully some pain meds.
“Ms…McDonagh?” Andy read off the name as he pushed aside the curtain, and then stopped short. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when he came around the corner, but a leggy, pretty blonde looking up at him with wide, wet eyes certainly wasn’t it.
Mo felt her breath catch in her throat as her doctor came into view. Ok, so he was tall. Wide shoulders. Dark hair and kind blue eyes. Green eyes. Blue-green eyes. And handsome. Obviously. Strikingly, even. She tried to blink and failed. Oh boy.
“I’m, uh, Doctor Yablonksi…” Andy looked back at the chart to clear his head. “You, uh, broke your foot?” He asked, inwardly cringing at how that question sounded.
Mo didn’t seem to notice, as she replied, “I, I think so. I mean. That’s what the nurse thought. You have the x-ray?”
“Oh, oh right!” Andy dove back into the file for the transparency, stepping closer to Mo to hold it between her eyes and the light. “You see, right here,” he gestured with his free hand, and took a few moments to explain the nature of the fracture with her. She nodded quickly in understanding, her lower lip caught worriedly between her teeth. Andy could hardly tear his eyes away from her, but eventually, he put the x-ray on the side table and crouched down by her ankle. “I have to do a quick examination, and then we can get you some pain medicine. Ok? Let me know if anything hurts too badly.”
At Mo’s nervously smiling assent, he wrapped his hand around the back of her heel, slightly lifting her foot from the exam table. Mo gasped as an undefinable mixture of pleasure and pain zinged up her leg at his touch. She closed her eyes to stop from visibly rolling them at… herself. She was high on adrenaline from the accident and feeling vulnerable in a strange city. It wouldn’t do to get all moon-eyed over a good-looking doctor. No matter how gentle his hands. Or serious and soulful his eyes. Talk about the real McDreamy, she thought. But she could handle this. She was strong. She released a held breath, feeling in control again.
“Ms. McDonagh?” Andy asked. “How does that feel? Too painful?”
Mo smiled as much as she could, gritting out a “No, no, not too bad. But please, call me Mo.”
“Sure thing, Mo.” He smiled widely at her. “I’m Andy,” he said, lightly resting his fingertips on the arch of her foot, trying to think about her fracture and not her soft skin and, frankly, sexy legs. Because this was really inappropriate. He refused to think for the moment about just what this was and turned back to finish his examination.
Mo shivered as Andy ran his fingers over the top of her foot, stopping over the area of the fracture to feel the minute shifting of the bones and tendons beneath the sensitive and swollen skin. It was ridiculous, but she couldn’t help herself – Mo blushed as Andy bent low over her leg, his cheek sometimes bumping her knee as he continued his assessment in silence.
Andy’s mind was racing. He went through the motions of the exam, completely taken aback by how completely he’d been knocked off his feet by this… patient. He groaned inwardly. This had to stop. He was her doctor. He finished up, silently writing prescriptions and the order for a walking boot, and handed her the neat stack of paperwork.
“So, you have someone waiting for you, drive you home?” He asked, avoiding her eyes.
Mo frowned, trying not to feel hurt at Andy’s indifferent tone. Of course he would only act concerned for her as long as his duties required. Anything more going on was only in her imagination. She took in a deep breath, trying to remember his question. “Um… no, I’m visiting… from Toronto. Just going to get a taxi back to the Hyatt…” She trailed off, feeling silly. The adrenaline buzz was winding down. He hadn’t asked for all that information. She must be getting tired.
But to her surprise, Andy latched on to her words, turning towards her again, stepping close, requiring her to tilt her head back to keep her eyes on him. “The Hyatt, that’s just down the block. You’re from out of town? You have a doctor? In Canada?” He eyed her, questioningly, the skin between his eyes gathering in concern. “How are you going to get your prescriptions filled? You’ll need to eat something…” He trailed off, looking helplessly at her for a moment before straightening his shoulders and nodding at her in a decisive manner, though Mo had no idea what it was he had actually decided…
Later that evening, Mo drifted off to sleep in her hotel room under Andy’s watchful care. Well fed, well medicated, and if the last few hours were any guide — well loved — for the rest of her life.
1a) Momo didn’t give me permission to use her name (so my version is not her real name on purpose!) or story and all the details are made up! It’s like when novels say, “this is a work of fiction, any similarities between this work and persons living or dead is purely coincidence.” 😉
1b)TO BE HONEST – I actually first drew the picture and then thought to check & see if my drawing of Andy examining Mo’s left foot is even correct… Was Dr. Yablonski examining the foot our Momo actually broke in real life? Answer: Yes It Is! But there was a 50% chance I could have been taking “artistic license” with that detail, as well. My model for the drawing was a piece of Microsoft clip art described as “doctor examining ankle.” Then I Andy & Momo-ized it. Taaa Daaa….!
2) 3R & Andy Yablonski belong to CBS….. … …. whatever. I didn’t make any money doing this! So CBS’ properties are secure. FOR ALL THE GOOD IT DOES THEM.
3) Yeah, I wrote Andy Yablonski – and I haven’t even seen all the eps of 3R yet! Stalled out at ep..9? I think. I will watch the rest of them… soon. Promise!
4) There is no point 4 except to say that this is a judgement free zone regarding girls who invite a guys they just met up to their hotel rooms (and doctors who ditch their responsibilities for LUUUUUUURVE)… especially since this is, uh, fiction and They All Lived Happily Ever After. Tra la la la la…..
5) Get well soon Momo! I’m sorry you broke your foot & hope you feel better especiallysinceyoubrokeyourfootoveramonthago. ALL THE LOVE!