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Old Ethan & MC Drafts

Hi everyone! So sorry I haven’t updated recently - life’s gotten a bit hectic since I started uni! Good news though! I got into my dream medical school! :D (I essentially got into a program which covers 7 years of both undergrad and med school plus internship!)

Before everything, though, I was able to write up a few drafts for Open Heart fics, but I haven’t finished them. I asked in a previous post if anyone would be up to see them, and people said “yes” (you’re all so sweet ; U ; )!

These drafts range from snippets and bits of dialogue, to headcanons and AUs!

I sincerely apologize that I haven’t completed them, but I hope they’re alright nonetheless!

Enjoy! :D

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Snippet: Ethan’s Birthday (Introduction)

Doctor Ethan Ramsey had impeccable memory.

There was no point contesting it; he was one of the brightest minds in medical diagnostics, and a good memory was the unofficial prerequisite. He knew symptoms and diseases like the back of his hand, and could determine treatments and prescriptions at the drop of a hat. He was a genius in the medical field - no two ways about it - and his mind and memory were one of the finest in the industry.

And due to this fact, (Name) couldn't understand how the senior doctor managed to forget his own birthday.

She had been planning a surprise for nearly two weeks now. Doctor Banerji had accidentally let it slip one night when it was just the two of them, and she had been shocked to discover that the date was fast approaching. She hadn't heard of any plans to celebrate the attending physician's birthday, and when she expressed this concern to Naveen, the older man simply laughed it off.

Apparently, Ethan's date of birth was a well-kept secret between him and his mentor. The diagnostician wasn't in the habit of revealing the date to anyone, and whenever his colleagues asked, he only shrugged and said they had far more important matters to concern themselves with than the date of his birth.

"Ethan doesn't really care to celebrate it," Naveen explained. "It's nothing tragic - no painful memories attached to the day - he's just... indifferent to it. He doesn't like making a fuss over something he thinks is trivial, and he always says the time they'd spend celebrating-"

"-Could be used to save his patients instead," (Name) finished with an amused smile. It was an expression Naveen easily mirrored.

"I see you're beginning to understand how he thinks," the old doctor laughed. "If you want to do something for him, you have my full support."

With Doctor Banerji's blessing and his promise of cooperation, (Name) eagerly got to work.

Snippet: Ethan Tries to Cook for His Wife, MC (Introduction)

Doctor Ethan Ramsey was a terrible cook.

It was a fact of life: the sky was blue, the earth was round, and Ethan Ramsey would burn his house down trying to boil water.

There wasn't really much he could do about the matter. Between his busy schedule, lack of experience, and general inability to cook anything that wasn't gooey, lumpy, or a questionable mix of both, he never saw the importance of developing the trivial skill.

And besides, the meals his personal chef brought over were far more appealing than anything he could ever come up with.

Unfortunately for the good doctor, it was only on a very importantSunday morning that he realized the sheer depth of his ineptitude, and when he finally came to regret not trying to hone his culinary prowess.

In his defense, his heart was truly in the right place. He wanted to surprise his lovely wife, (Name), to celebrate a special occasion, and to start her day off with a homemade breakfast in bed. Unfortunately, he realized - rather belatedly - that acquiring said 'homemade breakfast in bed', involved him cooking the whole thing. Not an easy feat for someone with the cooking ability of a rock garden.

And so here he was - alone in his home's kitchen at five in the morning - staring almost dumbly at the groceries before him. The ingredients were taunting him - he could tell. Especially the bag of flour.

However, he wasn't a world-class doctor for nothing, and he certainlydidn't get his position by giving up. He was never one to back down from a challenge, and this was no different - his wife's happiness was at stake after all.

Shaking his head, Ethan ran over the plans again in his mind: he wanted to make a simple breakfast, and that included pancakes, scrambled eggs, and the sausage links he bought from the deli.

It seemed easy enough. It just involved a bit of mixing and frying, after all.

He took a deep, calming breath. He could do this. For his wife, he could do this.

Reading over the recipe he printed one final time, he cautiously brought out a mixing bowl, opened the bag of flour, and began his work.

To the attending physician's delight, making the pancake batter was far easier than he expected. He just had to select the right ingredients, measure them in the right proportions, and carefully follow the procedure.

'Just like prepping samples for the centrifuge,' he thought with a healthy dose of self-satisfaction.

His confidence mounting, Ethan then plucked a whisk from the untesil rack, and began to mix the ingredients together. The process was almost fascinating to him - to see the wet and dry components come together, and to see them increasingly resemble actual pancake batter.

He didn't think he would actually get this far, to be honest.

After another minute of vigorous mixing and whisking, Ethan finally deemed the consistency to be satisfactorily 'not-as-lumpy-as-before', and set the bowl aside for later.

'One down, two to go,' he thought, and allowed himself a satisfied smile.

He could definitely handle this.

(And those were famous last words.)

Dialogue: MC & Naveen

Context: Ethan and MC check-up on Naveen. Upset with their lack of progress, Ethan loses his temper and walks out of the room. Naveen and MC have a conversation, but unbeknown to them, Ethan is listening outside the door.

"Please forgive Ethan for his outburst, (Name). I’m certain he didn’t mean it.”

"It's all right. I understand.” (Name) turned to Naveen. "You know... Ethan cares about you a lot, Naveen - more than he can bring himself to admit. In his mind, he owes you everything - kind of like how Iowe so much to him. And if he were the one sick and no matter what I did I couldn't help him..." (Name) didn't even want to think about it. "Let's just say I can excuse a few outbursts from someone hurting that much."

"You've figured him out, haven't you?"

"I wouldn't say that. I'm not sure I know him all that well, to be honest."

"I think you'll find you understand him more than you know. You certainly understand him more than the majority of the people in this hospital."

"He has trouble, doesn't he? Letting people in?"

Naveen hummed sadly in agreement.

"He does. Some people, he pushes away without meaning to." Naveen's mind flashes to Ethan's outburst."...I certainly hope he hasn't pushed you away. I know his temper is a force to be reckoned with, but I promise, he is a kind and compa-"

(Name) laughs.

"You don't have to worry, Naveen. He can try to push me away all he likes, but I promised to stick with him through this, so I'm not budging."

A pause.

"Take care of him for me?"

"You'll take care of him yourself, Naveen. You're going to get better."

"For an old man's peace of mind?"

"...All right then. I promise."

Dialogue: Naveen & Ethan

Context: Set after the dialogue above (MC & Naveen). Ethan walks back into the room after MC leaves, and he and Naveen talk about MC and what Ethan just heard.

"I don't deserve it."

"Hm. Maybe not. But she seems to believe that you do, and isn't that what matters most?"

"She's wrong, you know. She's a brilliant doctor in her own right, and I'm sure she'll do excellently under anyone's guidance. She doesn't need me - not really."

"Hm. And you don't need me."

As soon as the words left Naveen's mouth, Ethan glanced at him sharply - as if offended by the insinuation. A heartbeat later, however, the younger doctor finally seemed to register his knee-jerk reaction. Naveen was already smiling at him when Ethan mirrored the expression.

"Touche."

The two sobered.

"It's daunting, sometimes," Ethan admitted quietly. "I'm not always certain how to go about guiding her."

"I understand. You want to do right by her, don't you? I know the feeling well."

Ethan looked up at him and he smiled.

"My advice? Just be her mentor, Ethan. Believe in her. Encourage her. Be there when she needs you. Help her but don't coddle; let her discover things on her own. And everyday-"

Naveen placed a hand on Ethan's knee. His breath shook.

"- be proud of the amazing person your apprentice has become."

Naveen lauged, choked - and he looked at the younger man with the warmest eyes Ethan had ever seen. Ethan's breath caught in his throat, but Naveen just squeezed his knee tighter.

"Not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed with such a wonderful protege. Believe me, Ethan... It's something you will treasure forever."

"I..."

"I know, Ethan. And I'm certain Dr. (Surname) does too."

Ethan squeezed Naveen’s hand gratefully, before standing to walk out of the door.

"She'll be as good as you one day."

Ethan clicked his tongue, frowning at his old mentor.

"No, she won't."

The sight of Ethan's small smile shocked Naveen, before the younger man continued,

"She'll be far, far better."

Dialogue: Tadpoles (Sequel to “Vulnerable”)

Context: Ethan tries to write a letter to Baby Ethan, and deals with the grief of losing Dolores.

“I wanted to write him something. For when he's older. I wanted to tell him about his mother, and the side of her that he never had the chance to see. Or at least I tried to until-" he gestured to the mess of a letter in front of him with a humorless laugh. "I've made a mess of myself, haven't I?"

He ran a shaking hand through his disheveled hair.

"...I don't know what to do right now."

(Name) smiled sadly.

"You breathe. Until you get there."

Headcanons: MedStudent!Ethan Coffee House AU

Ethan studies at a local coffee house where MC works.

Ethan knows MC’s name without her telling him.

"Oh, I haven't even told you my name! I'm-" "(Name)." "Oh." "It's... It's on your name tag."

MC practices his flashcards with him, but Ethan’s handwriting is horrible.

"Pneuma- pneumeth- pneu- Jeez, how do you even pronounce this thing? Actually, how can you even read this thing?" "It clearly says pneumothorax." "Right. Because everyone knows that word."

MC is the one Ethan talks to about his dreams.

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