Medical Center.
Hallway.
"Are you serious?"
Christina rolled her eyes.
"My bad," Adam said with an apologetic smile.
Jokes were fun, but there had to be a limit.
"Speaking of that right leg, it still pisses me off!"
Christina was immediately reminded of an unpleasant memory and couldn't help but complain, "I thought assisting the Chief on a major thigh reconstruction would be a great opportunity, but who would've guessed I'd almost get fired for it? Seriously, what the hell!"
Earlier that night...
When the first wave of train accident victims arrived, even Richard, the Chief of Surgery—who wasn't on call—rushed in from home to take over a case where a patient had a severed right leg.
Christina managed to beat out George for the assistant spot and was thrilled to work under the Chief, a man who essentially held her career in his hands. It was a golden opportunity.
As the Chief and the team administered anesthesia to the patient, Christina meticulously cleaned the severed leg, ensuring every speck of dust and gravel was removed.
The wound was spotless.
Perfect pre-op prep!
But just as the Chief instructed her to deliver the severed leg for surgery, she noticed something horrifying—
The foot on the detached limb was facing the wrong way.
It was a left leg.
The patient on the table was missing his right leg.
Seconds later, she was being yelled at and kicked out of the OR to go find the correct leg.
She searched the ambulance, but it was nowhere to be found.
She called emergency responders on-site, only to be hung up on or ridiculed:
"The train derailed, slammed into a bridge, tore through the dining car, and embedded itself in another passenger car. People were literally decapitated. Your guy missing a right leg isn't our priority. So, move. You're in the way!"
Honestly, she couldn't even blame them for being so blunt.
She'd walked in acting like a superior surgeon when she should've been asking for help. Everyone knew about the hierarchy in medicine—
And paramedics, sitting at the bottom of that chain, were especially sensitive to it. Sometimes, a single condescending look was enough to set someone off.
Desperate, Christina even went to Burke for help, hoping her ex would cut her some slack.
He was busy too.
He shut her down. Hard.
Finally, she found a severed leg in a trash bin and rushed it back to the OR like she had discovered buried treasure.
Except...
It was the wrong gender this time.
Smoothly shaved, toenails painted—definitely not from her male patient.
She got screamed at again and was sent out to keep searching.
The Chief was an untouchable big shot, and crossing him could kill her career before it even started.
She was panicking.
In the end, Adam—watching this disaster unfold—made a single phone call.
Suddenly, the paramedics started caring. The real severed leg was found and delivered just in time.
Connections.
Officially? They didn't have to listen to her.
But off the record? A friend asking for a favor took priority.
And at the end of the day, bosses didn't care how you solved a problem.
They only cared that you got it done.
"So, did the Chief at least give you some credit in the end?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, he did." Christina smirked, her frustration fading. "Thanks, Adam."
"No problem." Adam chuckled.
They chatted about the day's cases for a bit before parting ways.
Christina wasn't like Adam. Once the adrenaline of surgery wore off, exhaustion hit her like a truck. She barely made it to the on-call room before passing out.
Adam, however, had another stop to make.
The Nursery.
Joey had been dragged from his date by Monica and the gang.
"OMG!"
"O~M~G!"
Through the nursery window, everyone stared in shock as Adam pointed out Joey's newborn twins.
"Two little Joeys!"
Monica and Rachel pressed against the glass, eyes filled with love.
"OMG..." Joey muttered, still processing.
Yeah.
He knew this could happen.
When he made his big donation at the sperm bank years ago, he'd been warned.
Back then, he didn't care. If women were choosing him, that was flattering!
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He even updated his file later, just to make sure everyone knew:
Joey Tribbiani—TV Star. Absolutely top-tier.
But now?
Actually standing in front of his two kids?
Completely different feeling.
Not caring?
Not his problem?