Peggy's Apartment
"Heh."
After hearing what Sheldon said, Peggy burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, Adam just stared blankly: "…(ω｀ll)"
Luckily, Adam snapped out of it fast and fired back, "Aren't you missing a suffix or something?!"
"Bazinga!" came Sheldon's voice from the other end of the phone. After a few seconds of silence, his cheerful laughter echoed through.
Adam let out a long sigh of relief.
Sure enough, he's just messing with me!
But this wasn't a joke he could play along with.
"Hmm!" Peggy tried to keep poking fun at him, but Adam, quick as a flash, clapped a hand over her mouth.
He chatted with Sheldon a bit more, reassuring him that the two security guys were his people and that Sheldon could trust them for the Chicago trip. Then, he hung up without hesitation.
"What's your deal?" Peggy asked, sounding a little annoyed.
She only had two friends, and this was a rare chance for them all to vibe together and have some fun. And Adam just had to ruin it.
"It's just a little teasing," she grumbled. "Was that really necessary?"
"It's not what you think," Adam said with a wry smile. "I don't mind, honestly. I just didn't want you wasting your energy."
No matter how much you say, I can't hear it anyway.
"And if you go on too long, all I'd hear is a bunch of beeping," he added. "That's way too harsh on the ears."
Peggy didn't quite get the whole "unspeakable" thing he was hinting at, but seeing how pitiful he looked, she let it drop.
Adam breathed another sigh of relief.
Still not steady enough, he thought. Guess I'll punish myself by copying the Stability Mantra three thousand times!
In his mind, he pictured a starry sky, styled like the opening crawl of Star Wars. He started writing the Stability Mantra across it, complete with some epic background music.
Four in the Morning
The sky was still pitch black.
Adam gave a sleeping Peggy a soft kiss on the forehead, made sure Lisa and the others had their instructions, and then drove off from New Jersey through a raging storm.
Last night had been a chaos of lightning and thunder, with howling winds outside that made it feel like the end of the world.
Adam had no doubt the hospital would be swamped today with patients injured by this insane weather.
New York. Medical Center. Locker Room
When Adam got there, Meredith, George, and Liz were already changing into their scrubs.
Christina, though, was still rocking yesterday's white coat.
"You haven't changed?" Adam asked with a grin.
"Why bother?" Christina shrugged. "No time, no mood. I was out cold last night when they dragged me out of bed. Lightning hit a substation, and everyone stuck at the hospital had to jump in to move patients."
"Doesn't the hospital have backup generators?" Adam asked, surprised.
"One works. The other's been busted forever and never replaced," Christina complained. "It could only keep the operating rooms going, so we shoved all the ER patients in there."
"That's ridiculous," George muttered as he changed. "They know it's broken and don't fix it? What if something goes wrong?"
"Go tell the director," Christina shot back with a smirk. "The budget had cash for a new generator, but the director nixed it to save money for another MRI machine."
George clammed up real quick.
"Oh, and that herniated disc patient?" Christina said, glaring at everyone. "He's mine. Anyone tries to take him, and we're done!"
"You mean Mr. Hunter Lamott? The guy who watches naughty nurse videos to deal with pain?" Adam's eyes lit up. "He hasn't had surgery yet?"
"It was slated for yesterday," Christina said, locking eyes with him. "But with all that chaos, you think Dr. Shepherd had time for him? It's today now. I've been with that patient since last night, so this surgery's mine. Back off."
"Who gets the surgery is up to Dr. Shepherd during rounds," Adam said, glancing at Meredith with a sly smile. "I'm not the one you should be worried about, right?"
Meredith stayed stone-faced.
"No, it's you!" Christina snapped. "Meredith doesn't care about this, so it's just us two—"
"Hey!" George cut in.
"What, are George and I chopped liver?" Liz huffed.
Christina gave them a look that screamed deal with it, then turned back to Adam. "You don't know what I went through last night… If you're still my friend, don't fight me for this surgery."
"Fine," Adam relented. Christina was dead serious, and he wasn't about to bicker over one surgery.
Now, if it was a procedure I'd never done before, that'd be a different story, he mused. Sometimes you've gotta stab a friend in the back for the greater good—like saving more patients. They might not get it now, but they'll come around eventually.
Hmm, you can't always please everyone, right?
"Thanks," Christina said, her face brightening.
"Hang on, aren't you forgetting something?" Adam blocked her path, smirking. "What did you do last night?"
At that, George and the others perked up and stared.
"Nothing," Christina mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
"So you're lying to me?" Adam said, deadpan. "Guess we'll just fight for that surgery fair and square then."
"Come on, spill it! What's the big secret?" Liz laughed.
"Yeah, tell us!" George egged her on.
"Alright, alright!" Christina groaned, realizing they wouldn't drop it until she fessed up.
Turns out, after the power went out, Mr. Lamott couldn't watch his pain-relief movies anymore and was in agony right away.
His wife wasn't there, and the nurses were too busy shuffling patients around to help him.
Christina happened to walk by and checked on him. His blood pressure was spiking, and his pulse was racing—no way he was faking it.
That's when she stopped thinking he was just some creep.
Those "art films" actually calmed him down and eased his pain.
So, she started brainstorming ways to help.
Painkillers? Nope, he was allergic.
In the end, Christina had to turn into a storyteller, dramatically narrating the Oath of the Peach Garden from Romance of the Three Kingdoms to keep Mr. Lamott going until the power came back.
"Pfft!" Once she finished explaining, Adam and the others lost it.
"What did you do?"
"Hahaha!"
"Oh man, my sides!"
"Stop laughing!" Christina hissed, glancing at the other doctors changing nearby. "I was just doing my job as a doctor!"
"Nah, you were totally doing a nurse's gig," Adam teased with a wink, hinting at something cheeky.
"Hahaha!"
"Nurse Christina!" Liz and George cracked up again.
"You're the nurses!" Christina snapped, smacking Liz and George playfully. She shot Adam a death glare, then stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
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