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Hands and Heart

A Morgan Reznick x Reader fanfiction

You took her fragile hands into yours, caressing her scarred skin slowly. Morgan took a deep, shaky breath, watching you play with her fingers.

"What you did was stupid." You admitted quite harshly. "I helped save a life," 

"You took ten years off your career-"

"I thought you said you'd support me, no matter what the situation was," she argued back, her hands still in yours. "That's not what I'm saying-" she pulled her hands to her chest. 

"Then what are you saying?" A silence washed over the both of you like the previous one. You sighed for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"What I'm saying is, I hate seeing you like this," she raised an eyebrow in the judgingly motion you loved so much. "You don't like seeing my scarred hands-"

"I don't like seeing you work." Her expression fell. "Watching you look at Claire or Alex or any of the other surgeons, it hurts." 

Looking anywhere but towards you, Morgan opened her mouth, only for air to move its way through.

"You're not a surgeon anymore."

"Y/N, I know. You-"

"You probably will never be able to operate properly again-"

"You don't need to tell me-" Her voice was getting weak, something she was insecure about. No one has ever seen the sides of Morgan that you have.

"You don't think it hurts me? Not being able to do what I love, having to work by that annoying old man all day." 

Taking her hands once again, you raised them to your cheeks. You ghosted your skin above hers with such care it pained her heart. 

She was shaking, her eyes met yours. Those green, sparkling eyes you thought about day and night since day one. 

"I love you, Morgan." You could feel her soft fingertips tickling your face. "Nothing will change that. Not your hands, not some stupid surgery. But seeing you do something you hate each day? Especially since you could've prevented it from happening…"

Her sniffles made your heart ache. You moved one of her hands to the corner of your mouth and gave her palm a little kiss. You grasped her gently and pulling away.

"I'm sorry," it was just above a whisper, but you were certain Morgan heard it. "I'm sorry that I was harsh, I'm sorry that I wasn't acting like a supportive girlfriend,"

Reznick had tears trickle at the edges of her eyes. Giving a tight-lipped semi-smile, she nodded her head. "Yeah, yeah… you should be," Your giggle was muffled by your sobs. 

You both pulled each other into a hug. Laying there, you stroked her hair the same way you did her hands. Her hands that were still clasped in yours. 

Before you drifted off, you heard her small whisper followed by a little nuzzle. 

"I love you too,"

I love you, too

Request: Can you write an OS where Meledez survived and he and Claire get together

A/N: Of course! Sorry this took so long, I had multiple drafts for this idea… Keep in mind I know almost nothing about medical emergencies and this is probably all incorrect.

This request was entered through my Wattpad account

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Claire wasn’t ready to say goodbye… After finally getting comfortable enough to talk about her problems to her therapist, this would be a whole other problem. He couldn’t leave now, there was too much she wanted to tell him. So much she wanted to do with him.

“I already told you the risks of what could happen to Melendez and that’s only if the surgery is a success,” Glassman’s words shot through her mind for the thousandth time this hour, there has to be a way for him to live.

The numbers were terrible, there was no change to that. Tube-fed, a diabetic with an ostomy bag, and waiting for a liver transplant. But that didn’t matter to Claire. All she wanted was to go out with him, have him take the chance to survive. She’d take care of him no matter what.

He agreed to the surgery, and Browne has never been so relieved yet scared at the same time. She couldn’t get her hopes up with the Trauma Whipple but she couldn’t give up on every and all hope. This was a huge surgery and knowing she was doing it on the love of her life hurt… But she wasn’t to give up.

God forbid Claire admit it, but it was a miracle. It truly was.

After some time, it seemed the internal bleeding was starting to go away on its own. Now, Dr. Browne wouldn’t be all so surprised if this certain injury wasn’t so severe. But it was. So, the fact that Neil survived that 1 in 100 chance surgery and barely any of the risks mentioned by Aaron had affected him, was only pure luck.

Of course, it took months for him to get in such shape in order to leave the hospital -not to mention, the constant protests of Claire, Audrey and Alex whenever he tried to help out with work- and finally get that first, real date with Claire Browne. 

The only thing Melendez didn’t mind, was Claire’s presence between lunch breaks and visiting hours. He could hear Morgan outside in the hall talking about how sappy and sweet it was to bring him food from the cafeteria every day. The disgust in her voice was something Claire complained about once she got Reznick off her back. 

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“You saved me…” Claire snuggled into Neil’s side on the hospital bed. Only so much time till he was discharged from the hospital only to come back and help other people. “And you saved me,” He looked down to the brunette doctor that abandoned her salad. 

After minutes of silence and small sniffles of realization, Claire admitted something she only recently found the courage to say. 

“I love you.” She looked into his brown eyes, scared of rejection even though she knew full well that he felt the same. He didn’t need to tell her, but it was necessary. 

“I love you, too.”