#chiefsawyer

[doctorlexipedia]

Walking into the hospital, Lexie held two shopping bags, both filled completely with plastic yellow cups with flowers, identical to the one she had been searching for in her cupboards. There was no reason for anyone to buy that many cups, but there she was. She had a surgery scheduled, she had about 45 minutes before she needed to scrub. The residents were getting the man prepped, so she had a bit of time. In a rush to get towards the attendings lounge, she managed to trip over her own feet, all the cups falling out while trying to save herself from hitting the floor too hard. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!” she hissed, scurrying to start trying to pick them all up, counting each one as she did so to make sure none were lost. Spotting her husband and Elaine, she barely acknowledged them personally, but she was sure to tell them the only thing on her mind. “Mark probably threw out my cup so I had to buy a new one so you better not step on any.” 

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[themirandabailey]

@chiefsawyer

News traveled fast, especially in events like these. Mass casualties, while giving plenty of surgeries, seemed to find their way around these parts more often than one would think possible. Seattle wasn’t supposed to be that dangerous of a city, and yet it seemed every year there was at least one major mass casualty event. Miranda was preparing the ER for the onslaught of patients that would soon be gracing the hospital halls. She was barking out orders, telling people to make sure to have plenty of suture kits and everything else on standby. She wasn’t a trauma surgeon but she could sure help like one if she needed to.

As the preparations continued, Miranda spotted a familiar - and uninviting - face walking through the hospital, but the sight of the little girl next to her caused the general surgeon to stop whatever vicious comment she had been prepared to make to Elaine. Instead, she put down the supplies she had been carrying and moved over to the chief, confused as to why she was watching a kid in this chaos and why she’d brought her to the pit of all places.

“Chief Sawyer,” she greeted, lukewarm, offering Ayla a smile. “Do you really think you should be walking around the hospital - the pit, even - with a small child?” There were bound to be things down here that someone as young as Ayla shouldn’t see.

[cardioking]

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When he’d accepted the position of cardiothoracic surgeon at Seattle Grace Mercy West, he’d done so as a way to get his three niblings out of their hometown and away from the disaster that their life had turn into. They’d protested at first, but had seemed to acclimate well to the change. Donovan himself had looked forward to a start somewhere new, where he didn’t really know anybody and could show off his talents for a new audience.

Except, as it would later turn out, he did know at least one person. And she was now his boss.

At the news of the new chief taking over, Donovan had hidden himself away, later making his way to the chief’s office and slow clapping as he let himself inside.

“Well, well, well - how the tables have turned. Tell me, do I need to bow down in your presence or will a simple congratulations work?”​