carotid endarterectomy

Soulmates - (2/?)

Summary: You asked Jeff, a senior you barely knew, for a ride home while he was going on the beer run.

Warnings: Read part 1 on my page! Swearing. Angst. It’s kind of sad. Also it’s a little different from the show. It will have a continuation. Don’t give up on it just yet, it will be a nice story.

* (Y/A) : your age


You opened your eyes and saw yourself standing in a large rock. You didn’t know what was happening. People all around you ran frantically. Rescue squads. Paramedics. Police officers. They yelled things at each other, but you couldn’t understand the words. There was a loud noise on your ears, like a whistle, and it was deafening you.

Suddenly, it all came back. Jeff. The hole on the asphalt. The truck. The whistle stopped.

“We found another one!” Someone shouted, and the paramedics rushed on that direction. It was under the car. Was that… Jeff? You heard a woman’s scream.

When your throats started to ache, you realized you were the one screaming.

Someone grabbed you. You turned around, freaking out, and saw Jeff embracing you. He looked perfectly fine. His white shirt was spotless, his cap didn’t move an inch since before the crash.

“J-Jeff? What the…?”

You looked at yourself. Your green dress was just as tidy. The arm, previously slashed apart by glass, didn’t had a single scratch.

“Something happened, I don’t know what” he tried to explain. His face didn’t look as good as the rest of him. He was pale and seemingly about to throw up. “We’re there… but we’re also here”

Your eyes widened. Your car crashed and some extracorporeal shit started going on? That was bullshit. A sick joke.

“I don’t believe in that crap!” you pushed him away and walked towards the wrecked vehicle. As soon as you looked at the body underneath it, you let out another scream, mortified.

Nobody even looked at you. You stared at them, tears running down your face, and tried to reach them. You shouted, punched them, did everything you could think of. Nothing worked. It was like you weren’t even there.

“Jeff” you cried. “What happened to us? That… thing… under the car. I don’t even know which one of us it is. It’s totally deformed”

“I know, I know” he hugged you. You sobbed so hard it hurt your back, but you couldn’t stop.

“Are we-” you started, but couldn’t bring yourself to say what you were thinking. Dead. The whole situation said it loud and clear: you were both dead. Not much left for interpretation.

“I’m not sure” he said, while he watched the body underneath the car be taken away to the ambulance. He turned you around so you wouldn’t see. “They already took one of us to the hospital. Let’s follow the next one there and see what we can find out, okay?”

You nodded. He gently grabbed your waist and lifted you high enough to reach the passenger seat of the ambulance.

“I’m going behind” he said. “There’s no room for both of us here”

“Don’t” you held his hand as tight as you could. “You can fit here too if we squeeze”

“Okay” he climbed up.

You remained silent all the way to the hospital. You weren’t sure if the paramedics talked to each other. If they did, you were too distracted to pay attention. The initial panic worn off and you were now completely void.

You did look at Jeff once to see how was he doing. He seemed lost in thoughts, somewhere in between serenely and sadly. A glance of concern crossed his face when he caught you looking at him, but it disappeared as fast as it came. Also, he didn’t look like he was going to throw up anymore.

Once you got to the hospital, he jumped out and picked you up. You walked through the front door, not looking behind, avoiding the bruised and crushed body.

“I think that’s you on the E.R.” Jeff pointed out. You looked away and saw yourself, dressed in emerald clothes and covered in blood. You were lying on a stretcher, lots of agitated doctors around you. You gasped.

“That means…”

“The one underneath the car is me. I figured” Jeff nodded. “Let’s do this: you stick around your body and I’ll go find mine”

“Okay” you said, unsure. “But let’s meet back here once we have news. I don’t wanna be alone”

“Deal” he said, and left to find himself on his own stretcher, paramedics pulling him out of the ambulance. You looked away and approached yourself.

Another doctor, looking a little older than the others, reached out for your stretcher too.

“What’s the chart?”

“(Y/A) year old female, car crash. Basilar skull fracture, pneumothorax, broken jaw, broken wrist, minor contusions and two open wounds on the thigh and forearm”

“Did you get an O.R.?”

“They’re all occupied, but Dr. Grey is almost done with her carotid endarterectomy in O.R. 2”

“Page Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Bailey, Dr. Hunt and Dr. Torres. I want only the best people on this. I know (Y/N), I am friends with her parents. Did she come in alone?”

“No sir. Male driver, allegedly Jeffrey Atkins according to the documents found on the car, but no visual confirmation” a paramedic answered.

“Meaning what?” a younger doctor asked.

“Too many injuries to be recognized”

“O.R. 2 is clear” a nurse showed up and informed.

“Coming in”


You met Jeff at the waiting room, as you agreed. He was there, asleep on a chair. You sat beside him and, even though you tried to do it silently, you ended up waking him. His blue eyes greeted you, and he let out a lazy smile.

“How are you doing?”

“I got out of surgery a few hours ago. The doctors just told my parents I’m in a coma” you rubbed your eyes. “I’m so tired”

“Yeah, me too”

“What about you? I mean, your other you” you asked, causing Jeff’s smile to widen up a little.

“Some people came by to see me. Clay and a few jocks. My parents are out of town so I guess they will take a while to get here. My grandma came, though”

“But what about you? Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine” he said simply, and saw the look in your eyes. “Do you want the full medical report? I broke a lot of bones, lost a leg and a hand, my face looks like Quasimodo’s but worst”

You held your breath.

“Oh my god, Jeff, I’m so sorry…”

“Yeah… and only thing I can think about, with all that happening, is that I’ll never play baseball again. How stupid is that?”

“It’s not stupid” you held his hand. “Look at me”

He looked up and you saw the red puffy bags under his eyes.

“I’m here for you, okay? I’m so sorry, this is all my fault” your voice broke.

“What are you talking about?”

“You wouldn’t have been anywhere near that cliff if you weren’t giving me a ride”

He shook his head.

“(Y/N), don’t do this to yourself. If we’re gonna talk about blame, there’s enough to share. If you’re gonna feel guilty about that, I should feel too. I’m the one who forgot my seatbelt, and I’m the one who wanted to take a shortcut. Zach is the one who sent me on a beer run. The truck driver is the one who didn’t see us. We could go on forever and it still wouldn’t make anything better. It would only get worse, with that poisonous feeling”

You nodded. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke again.

“I think we should get out of here”

You frowned.

“And go where?”

“Wherever we want. It might take a while until we wake up, and we should do something other than feeling sorry for ourselves until then. What do you say?”

“Well… why not?”

Testing Gravity- PJM

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Doctor!AU. You are a well respected resident at a Busan hospital, the only downside is; due to your accident prone self you keep falling. And strangely enough, there’s always one of the other Doctor’s there to pick you up when you fall. 


“How on earth can someone fall so many time in a day, but ramble medical information while running like it’s nothing?”

“How do you know acceleration due to gravity is always 9.8 meter per second, squared?”

“…but you won’t fall anymore. I’ll catch you long before then.”

Genre: Fluff.

Word Count: 1.4K

Gif Credit: @jiminiminii

Code Blue.” Your pager screamed, jarring you from your break. You leapt up, trying to find the coding patient. The order, code blue, was never received on welcoming hearts. Literally.

When a code blue was announced, it meant that the patient was experiencing stops in their respiration or heart. That was your job to fix, especially as an Operating Room resident.

Quickly, you disassociated yourself from the current reality. Nimbly, your finger arranged the surgical twines, tools, and cotton rolls. Whoever the patient was didn’t matter, you were the doctor and it was your job to save their life.  

You walked towards the elevator, where the patient was liking to be brought up. Your eyes were focused on the chart given to you by the head surgeon.

The patient was male, about 57 years of age. The man already had a history of heart disease in his family. You scanned his earlier X-Ray’s, noticing several clogged arteries. You wondered why he already hadn’t had an Operation.

You were caught up in the charts, refusing the read the Patient name. If you read the patient name, you’d be distracted when performing the operation. And a distracted doctor was never a good thing.

“This’ll be a risky carotid endarterectomy,” you thought before you tripped over your feet, something you should’ve seen coming as you were running and analyzing a patient chart. You braced yourself for the fall, clenching your teeth and shutting your eyes.

But it never came. Blinking, you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was warm eyes staring down at you. They crinkled, showing a brilliant eye smile. Your eyes scanned the person who had apparently caught you. It was a guy, he looked roughly 2 years to your senior. He had a slight middle part was slightly wavy in appearance. Though his jaw line was sharp and his cheekbones were defined, his cheeks still looked slightly soft.

Realizing who it was, you snapped upwards.

This was Park Jimin. One of the head surgeons, a medical prodigy, and not to mention the most talked about male among the females in the break room.

“Oh my! I’m sorry! I was analyzing this chart for–”

The elevator opened, showing your new patient, and making your rant fall silent.

You ran to the left side of the gurney, forgetting your current conversation with the surgeon. His brown orbs traced your figure that seemed to be running on adrenaline. He followed behind the gurney, pushing the backside. He watched, impressed, as you rattled off the chart information and Operation Procedures to the Head Surgeon who was across from you.

“It’ll be risky, as his heart is already weak. Carotid endarterectomies are generally done with such close observation on the heart… but if we don’t do this he has less than an 18% chance of living past midnight. We have the paddles ready, of course, however it’d be dangerous to use them as we’re doing—why am I telling you this? Anyways, patient is male, obviously, about 66 kilos. Heart failure is common is his bloodline, and he’s 57…”

After that he heard no more from you, as you’d passed the OR entrance.


You dipped your head forwards, sluggishly ripping your mask off. Lazily, you shimmied out of the bright yellow garments that you were required to wear over your scrubs during operations. The operation was bumpy, but after a few touch and go moments, was a success.

In a zombie like trance, you entered to waiting room. You looked back down at the charts, now allowing yourself to know the patient’s name.

“Family for Mr. Kang.” You called, seeing a woman stand up. She was shaking, and her slightly leathered face showed traces of dried tears.

She bowed in greeting, her voice low when asking, “How is he?”

A broad smile stretched across your face.

“He isn’t awake now, but once the anesthetic wears off he will be. I’ll take you to his room. The procedure was a success. Once Mr. Kang is awake and recovered, we will go over further details.” You bowed, your eyes catching the joy radiating from the woman.

She was beaming, a relived glaze covering her face. She had her hands clasped together, and was looking upwards. Even her walking seemed lighter.

Once you two arrived at her husband’s room, she thanked you.

“It’s always a nice day when an Operation ends like this one. I wish you two good health from this point,” You nodded your head, traipsing out of the doorway.

It was times such as these that you loved your job, being able to save people. Your happiness was shared with the staff around you, as all of your lips were quirking upwards.

But being happy apparently also inhibited you from watching where you were going. Your original tiredness had faded and you were bouncing your way to your locker. It was time for you to clock out for the day, and you couldn’t wait to go home to start cooking your instant noodles.

Albeit they were unhealthy, they were convenient. Also, your recent dieting had left you starved for some noodles.

Not seeing the electrical cord, you tripped for the second time. You felt a falling sensation overtake you, as you squeaked aloud whilst squeezing your eyes shut. But the impact, as before, never came. You nervously peaked an eye open, only to be once again met with warm brown eyes.

The man who caught you lifted you back to your feet, and you were shocked to find it was again Park Jimin responsible for catching you.

He was panting slightly, like he had run. Before you could process the situation completely and start to stutter apologies, he spoke.

“Why do fall so much?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Did you run?” You asked, bewildered.

“Yes, but that’s not the question. How on earth can someone fall so many time in a day, but ramble medical information while running like it’s nothing?”

You blinked a few times, your mouth working faster than your thoughts.

“I didn’t fall, I was busy testing gravity.”

“Why test something you know works?”

Your mind blanked after realizing how stupid you sounded, but you continued to argue your point.

“Let me specify, it’s not testing gravity per say. More… testing acceleration due to gravity.”

He let out a laugh of disbelief, but his eyes were crinkled into a gorgeous eye smile.

“Acceleration due to gravity, huh?” he repeated.

You nodded, trying to calm yourself down. This was THE Park Jimin you were talking to, it was understandable that you’d be freaking out.

“How do you know acceleration due to gravity is always 9.8 meter per second, squared?” Your head cocked to the right when saying squared.

You furthered your explanation, “See? We assume that it’s always the same, a constant acceleration? But really, how will you know unless you test it yourself?”

He nodded to himself, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“Sorry to interrupt your experiment, but you won’t fall anymore. I’ll catch you long before then.” He beamed, seemingly pleased with himself.

Your face burned, making you reply with your first thought.

“And if you’re operating on someone?” You blurted, automatically clapping a hand over your mouth afterwards.

He snickered lightly, as you muttered behind your hand, “Real smooth Y/N.”

Not knowing what else to say, you went to turn around to finish grabbing your bag from the work locker, but he grabbed your wrist lightly.

“Aren’t you going to celebrate? I mean, your Op went well.” He rushed out, after seeing your questioning gaze. You bit back a smile as you noticed his flustered state.

“My celebration is going to eat some well-deserved instant noodles, at my apartment, you wanna join?”

He scratched his nape, “Love to, but I’m on a diet…” he trailed off.

You couldn’t hold your smile back, you let out a small laugh. Jimin’s gaze snapped back towards you, “I am too buddy. But as you said, today should be celebrated. Just happens that eating instant noodles is my celebration.”

He mulled it over, his eyes were resembling crescents.

“In that case, sure. Want a ride?”

“Ohh, a chance not to ride the train? Of course! Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, L/N.”

“Call me Y/N.” You extended your hand out for a handshake. He took it, and smirked at you.

“Or… I could call you Mine.”

“Nice try, Park.”

“One day, Y/n. One day.”

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Carotid Endarterectomy

This looks like the most satisfying surgery ever. Look at that plaque being excised! It just pops out!