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Monster Hospital~updated 3/25
Hello, all! I have been working on this new baby and decided it was time to share. This is actually a joint fan fiction, written with my friend, Mena. She is not a member of this board so I will be posting it all. I will indicate before each chapter who wrote what. Thus, just wanted to give a heads up that though we try and mesh our writing, naturally we each have our own unique style.
MONSTER HOSPITAL
Disclaimer: We do not know or have any affiliations with the celebrities
mentioned in this fiction. It is sheerly a fabrication of our shared minds. Some of the medical procedures may not be precisely correct, but the medications should be accurate. All brand names mentioned are trademarked and registered to their respective manufacturers.
Some of these situations are drawn from real life, personal experiences faced in a hosptial. Our patients, however, are all creations. Watch out, you may recognize some of them!
Finally, a big thank you to 'Grey's Anatomy' and all the inspiration it brings us along with the fact that it gave birth to the Mc-name.
Here is the first banner....
So, we begin with the prologue. Hope ya'll enjoy!
September 1984
When it rains it pours.
Walter Pierron slowly pulled the surgical cap from his graying head, not bothering to alter the mussed hair lying in its wake. The lines beneath his eyes were just starting to pull into that exhausted state, thirty hours strong at a busy charity hospital can put even the youngest of doctors at a disadvantage. And, to put it nicely, Pierron was by no means a wide-eyed innocent.
Standing tall before a dirty window, the man ignored the grease smudges left from careless fingers as he looked beyond at the weather-beaten day. The Huey P. Long Hospital was located in the city of Metarie, just a hop, skip, and a jump away from New Orleans, Louisiana. The heart of the state, pumping its unique culture, jazz, and food through the vena cavae of the Mississippi river…the people ignoring the way their city streets got clogged like arteries full of crime, drugs, and disease.
Yet, the wise old doctor had seen his share of everything. The downsides, the debilitation, the true sight of people who had slipped through the cracks with no access to healthcare or medication. The charity hospital always had its doors open to those in need but it was an uphill battle with patients being continuously lost to follow-up with diseases that needed constant care but were ignored until it was too late. A person needed heart to stay at the Huey Long, whether it be one of gold or stone was always to be debated.
It was a rough day in September as the rain beat at the window with angry, piercing fists. Droplets fell through cracks in the ceiling while the janitor methodically mopped up and down the long hallways. The emergency room was running stop and go with rushes and lulls that were enough to make Doctor Pierron wonder about the benefits of trying to sneak away for a nap.
He had already dealt with two gunshot wounds and brought back one heart attack victim from the brink of darkness. Broken arms and noses had come and gone, food poisoning sickness had been cleansed from the floor and an anxiety attack had promptly been shipped away to psych. Coffee or a cold, narrow cot in the break-room were the two appealing options lying before Pierron’s feet just as the radio began blaring out, causing his body to turn from the crying window.
“We have three MVA’s in route with an estimated arrival of four minutes,” a harried and tired looking nurse called aloud after listening to the emergency department dispatch. People began scurrying to get things ready, moving like perfectly trained ants following well-planned pathways.
For Doctor Pierron’s part, he pulled on a sterile coat and glasses while jerking latex gloves over his fingers. The emergency room doors slid open before him as he marched out, gusts of cold mist kissing his cheeks. The sirens could be heard before their red flashings were seen, two ambulances pulling up simultaneously.
“Thirty-two year old male, multiple lacerations to the abdomen and chest,” the paramedic screamed above the general chaos, locking eyes with Doctor Pierron, “Unconscious at the scene…he was the driver.”
With quick directions to the wide-eyed interns standing around him, Doctor Pierron waved the injured man’s gurney inside as he waited to find out the update on the other two victims before rushing back through the doors of the hospital.
However, he needed no words at all when the young woman was taken out of the ambulance on her makeshift bed…the paleness of her skin and the large, angry cut across her head made it all very clear. She had been ejected from the car, it was obvious that there would be nothing they could do for her with such a severe head injury.
Pierron ordered a resident to begin supportive care nonetheless, as he impatiently waited for the third motor vehicle accident victim. He knew there was a chance with the man if they stabilized and operated immediately. Hollering against the calamity, Doctor Pierron demanded his answer, “Where is the other victim? The dispatch said there were three.”
A small pair of dark eyes peeked out from the gaping mouth of the ambulance, a child’s body creeping from its hiding spot. Pierron felt something strange settle around his heart but only gave a cold nod to the paramedic indicating that he was to bring the little girl in and make sure she was truly untouched. At this moment, the doctor’s job was to see that at least one of her parents lived to raise her.
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The epi and atropine had been pushed, the chest had been compressed. The heart had been stimulated and the bags of blood emptied. The patient had gone into shock, there was nothing left in the end but to call the time of death.
They did everything they could.
Doctor Pierron had always hated those words but it was standard procedure. Approach an anxious family, look them in the eyes, and then mutter that ridiculous phrase that serves no comfort nor offers any peace. They know what it means all the same so what was the use of sugar-coating it? Death is finality, a frigid truth that cannot be avoided. Thus, the doctors find a way to dance around it on tip-toes by uttering their little phrase. And, Pierron was well prepared to say the words except for one imposing issue.
He had never said them to a child before.
Slowly, he pushed his way through the ER doors, careful to have already discarded any items of clothing that had remnants of blood. For the second time in a few short hours, he tiredly removed the surgical cap from his head and faced a room full of expectant faces. Ignoring them all save one, Pierron made his way to the corner of the room where a little girl sat next to the hospital’s social worker.
“How are you?” Doctor Pierron asked in a strange tone, stooping to stand at the child’s height. He had never been comfortable treating kids…pediatrics was a nightmare for him. He had nieces and nephews, but with no true child of his own the man was not used to constantly communicating on their level.
The small girl slid off a seat to stand before the doctor, her dark hair severely threaded in two braided pigtails on each side of her head. They were both still damp with moisture and the man noticed the child’s fingers clutched a dripping wet teddy bear. She had a towel draped over her thin shoulders and Pierron guessed that she couldn’t be more than seven years old. The social worker, Jane, kindly tried to settle the soaked teddy bear on the chair behind the child but the girl clutched it with a strength that belied her size.
“You know that you and your parents were in a bad accident,” Doctor Pierron began, his voice gruff with uncertainty as Jane put a bracing arm about the little girl’s body.
“This is Violet Bordet,” Jane stated in a calming tone that the doctor assumed would reassure the child, “And, this is Doctor Pierron. He has been trying to help your mommy and daddy.”
The girl said nothing in response to the social worker’s words, only managing to lift the sodden bear against her chest while her dark gaze settled fixatedly on the doctor before her. He felt strange beneath her intense scrutiny, as though she knew more than she ought, as though she had the eyes of someone a lot older.
“You are not supposed to fly,” Violet finally said, her tone nearly inaudible through the chaos of the ER. A man argued with a nurse as she tried to get him to smoke his cigarette outside, while a frazzled woman bemoaned her six hour wait time. People complained and coughed, noise escalated, but the only thing Pierron could notice was the tiny Bordet child and her ever squinting eyes.
“You aren’t supposed to fly unless you’re an angel,” Violet stated the words once more, her expression pensive, “But, my mommy flew…she flew right out of the car. I think she is an angel now, I think that is what you want to tell me.”
Despite all her years of experience in these types of situations, Doctor Pierron heard Jane gasp aloud in horror and disbelief as her face contorted into pain for the child that had seen such a horrible thing. Ignoring the social worker’s outburst, Pierron took Violet’s arm and pulled her in closer to his body as though by doing so he could shield her from his next words.
“Your parents are both gone now, Violet. Do you know what this means?” he inquired neutrally, disregarding the voice of protest that Jane had suddenly found. He knew she wanted to break the news her way, to talk nonsense to the kid…mumbo jumbo from people who underestimated the strength of children.
The little girl’s eyes were nearly black beneath the fluorescent lighting of the hospital, her form beginning to shiver slightly as she pressed the wet teddy bear against Doctor Pierron’s chest. He could feel the water soaking through his scrub top, a gesture that made him feel like he was sharing the pain seeping away from Violet’s body.
“I guess it means they won’t come back like what happened to my grandma,” Violet stated in a weak tone, “We brought her to this place and then she left forever. Momma said she went to heaven and that meant we couldn’t see her anymore. So, it happened again, then…I don’t like this place.”
At these words, the social worker latched onto the doctor and jerked him upright, clawing at his shoulder to get him to step away from the child. Jane’s eyes were blazing as she flew head first into a tirade, growing more annoyed when she made no dent in Pierron’s placid facial expression.
“How could you tell her like that?” Jane demanded shrilly, nearly hysterically, “She is a child! She has no concept of understanding something as definite as death. You could have just scarred her for life!”
“She is an orphan,” Pierron’s lips moved slowly, “This morning she woke up with her parents and tonight she will go to bed knowing she won’t see them ever again. I say if something scarred her for life today, it wasn’t me.”
“But, you shouldn’t have…” Jane began but the doctor cut her off.
“Notify her other family, have someone come and pick the little girl up. She doesn’t need to be sitting in this hospital all night in wet clothes. Besides, she will feel more comfortable around people she knows,” Pierron stated, moving to turn and gather up another patient….anything to forget the chilling look in little Violet’s eyes.
“We can’t seem to find any connections,” Jane’s halting tone floated to the doctor’s ears, causing him to remain rooted at the spot, “I was about to notify social services and get her set up for foster care until a relative can be located.”
“No,” Pierron blurted out quickly, making Jane stare at him in confusion, “You better find someone tonight…an aunt, a cousin, a long-lost uncle. I really don’t care but there is going to be a better option for this child than foster care. You know how the system is around here.”
The pregnant pause that followed said enough for the both of them as Pierron and Jane visualized all the kids who came through the ER doors with unexplainable bruises, bones poking out beneath their shirts, or bugs crawling in their hair. The thought of a grieving child going straight to that fate was enough to make the doctor stop his mind from erasing Violet away.
She was still standing at his feet, the braids were still wet. Her body was swaying back and forth as she cried quietly, unable to comprehend everything that was happening in her suddenly very grown up world.
Spur of the moment decisions had always ruled Doctor Pierron, not because he was impulsive but due to the fact that when the outcome of a person’s life was in your hands you did not have the luxury of time or second-guessing. So, he did what he always did and made a choice without a moment’s hesitation.
“Keep trying to find her family,” Pierron ordered of Jane, “In the meantime, she can stay with me and Nancy. My wife is registered in the system, she used to have foster kids all the time.”
The social worker looked shocked over this suggestion, but the doctor didn’t want to give her time to question. He walked away at his fast pace, straight through the curtain where the patient’s body still laid. Someone had cleaned the blood up and Pierron couldn’t help but recognize some of Violet’s features on the man’s peaceful face.
A tiny noise sounded from beside the doctor as he realized the little girl had followed him into the room. He didn’t have anything to say to her as she mentally said a good-bye to her father. She cried a little, mostly sniffles that sounded strange to his ears. Pierron had no knowledge of how to help her make sense of any of it.
But, when she slipped her tiny hand into his the doctor didn’t let go. They stayed a long while in the room, neither making a sound.
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 Um, holy crap! Holy freaking crap!!!
AMBER!!! I am SOOOOOOO excited about this!! You have NO idea! AHHH!! I love Greys! I love all the hot doctors in the banner!!
I also love that the little girl is Violet, who I can tell from the banner is going to be a recurring charactar, if not the main one! Poor kid. That thing she said about the angel was heartbreaking.
This also makes me excited...
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Squee!
I'm VERY excited for this! You and Mena keep up the good work ya hear? Thanks for an awesome first update!
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HOLY CRAP AMBY!!!!!!!!!!!
I HAVEN'T READ THIS YET COS I'M AT WORK BUT WILL AS SOON AS I GET HOME! I AM SO FRIGGIN' EXCITED BY THIS! I HAD NO IDEA THIS WOULD BE YOUR SURPRSIE!!!!!!!!
DR. GERARD BUTLER, CARDIOLOGIST!
MY HEART IS RACING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!
AND DR. ORLANDO BLOOM, PLASTIC SURGEON?! HAHA! HOW PERFECT! HE WILL TRY TO MAKE EVERYONE BE AS BEAUTIFUL AS HIM!
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Love Love Love my Katie and LoLo!!!!  I am so excited that ya'll are excited! *giggles* The whole time I was brainstorming this I kept thinking of how pumped I would be to post it here cuz I know of the love for Grey's. And, after nearly ten months of working in different hospitals I have gathered up a number of good stories to feature...they say write what you know. (so you'll be hearing a lot about medications, sorry! lol)
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Because he's been doing funny things to my heart, lately.
Thanks! I love you both! There will the first chapter from Mena's hand later this week.
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OK, I wasn't prepared for that Amber...I was prepared for anything but that...and what an opener that was!
Not sure how Dr. Pierron will fare in this "Monster Hospital" but it was quite the way he introduced us to the life of the hospital and of doctors. It was all so sad the way little Violet described seeing her mother's soul...that was written with such beauty.
Of course, this whole chapter was thrilling to read, even if it was heartwrenching. Seeing as I have no clue how you are going to write this, I will wait with an open mind for the next chapter you put up and see for myself.
In the meantime, excellent opener!
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Thank you, dearest of dears! Here is the first 'official' chapter. It is written by Mena. Shall we have some Johnny goodness?
Monster hospital, can you please release me?
You hold my hands down, I've been bad.
You hold my arms down, I've been bad.
I've been bad, I've been bad.
I fought the war but the war won
Chapter One
Present day.
The Head of Residents at the Huey P. Long Memorial Center, Dr. Johnny Depp, walked down the corridors of the hospital feeling grateful for the sudden, unexpected moment of stillness that lingered in the unusually empty spaces. The late hour greeted him with a silence that helped to soothe his mind from the constant troubles that usually plagued his brain and he slightly quickened his pace, feeling a little lighter.
Doctor Depp was so used to the hurried, crazy life of the clinic that he felt like he had been part of it forever, but on that moment, when only the low buzz of the air conditioner filled his ears, a striking sense of realization hit him: for an instant, he recognized the peace like something vaguely familiar, something that belonged to a long forsaken period of his life when he still was someone else other than a doctor… when he still had a life outside those walls.
Only a few people in his position were lucky enough or simply able to maintain a scrap of life in between the long, exhausting work shifts, and Dr. Depp was honest enough to admit he wasn’t one of them. Sure, nothing could compare to the gratifying rush of adrenaline he experienced every day, the addictive slap of energy that saving lives brings along. It was a sensation that was powerful enough to nullify the bites of disappointment that commitment brought.
It was the satisfaction he recalled after a rough day that protected him from the pain of small things, things that we tend to take for granted as ordinary human beings and that when they are missed hurt more than we’d expect.
The moment Dr Depp hated the most was when, at any hour of the day or night, he pushed the door of his house open and he was welcomed by the lonely sight of the empty place.
There was nobody waiting for him at home, so far. Nobody to share in detail that satisfaction he cherished, nobody to surprise him with a small gesture of sympathy.
It was all about the small things, Dr Depp thought: the deep familiarity of an understanding nod that doesn’t need words to follow, the simple squeeze of a hand on his arm. It was all there, in the complicity of silence that springs from trust and a good amount of tolerance.
His occasional relationship never lasted enough to bring the knowledge necessary to that kind of trust. The few times he attempted to keep them standing, they had helplessly crashed against the hard walls that his job had built around him: the angry talks late at night, the tearful recriminations that punctually ended with a slam of doors or phone receivers had, through the years, stolen the better part of his energy and good intentions to the point he’d rather be alone than face them again.
Sighing, Dr. Depp stopped before the door of his Chief’s office and knocked discreetly. Thinking about the older doctor, Johnny felt the familiar sense of admiration take him over, not just for the brilliant, steady professional skill of that man but also because Pierron had managed in succeeding where he failed: he wasn’t just a doctor but a husband and a father, too. Opening the door of the office, Dr. Depp wondered if he’d ever manage to fill the gap that made Pierron’s life so good compared to his own.
The old Chief of medicine was on the phone when Johnny entered, but he invited him to sit with a friendly nod of his head.
“I will, dear,” he was saying, “but you know she won’t listen to me. She’s a woman, now… of course I’ll try, dear! Don’t I do it all the time?”
Pierron concluded the call with a soft laughter and placed the phone receiver down before tossing a sympathetic look at the younger man from behind his lenses.
“Thanks for coming, Johnny.” He said, “It’s going to be short, I promise.”
Dr Depp shrugged, like meaning he didn’t mind to hold.
“I read attentively the five files you gave me, Chief,” he commented, hitting the nail on the head immediately, “I’m not sure how much of my mind I can express, though…”
Pierron smiled warmly, “Now, Johnny! I appreciate your subtle reminder about my upper position in the pyramid of power, but I can assure you that my decision to ask for a consult from you was all but a sign of generosity. As Head of Residents, the enrollment of a new neurosurgeon concerns you just as much as it concerns me, and it would be extremely illogical from my part to act like I was the only one involved in this choice.”
He folded his arms across his chest and relaxed against his seat, suddenly turning serious, “Besides, you are one of my closest collaborators and one of the best doctors I ever worked with, so quit being modest, please.”
Dr. Depp felt his heart flutter in his chest despite himself: it rarely happened to receive a direct compliment from Dr. Pierron.
“So now, tell me who you think would be the best choice out of the five neurologists I informed you of.”
Dr. Depp stood the Chief’s stare with renewed confidence.
“The woman from Harvard, Dr. Ruby Martini.” He answered calmly.
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“Why?” Pierron questioned in a flat tone.
“Because her credentials are extremely good: she was on top of her class during college, as well as in her internship program. She’s young, and hopefully her mind is still fresh and trained to learn which will make it easier for her to fit in. Not to mention, she is not old enough to be tired of this job already.” He smiled.
Dr Pierron seemed to ponder on his words.
“And let’s not forget that she comes from a proletarian family and she got to her current position by working very hard,” Pierron said, a glint of understanding in his eyes, “a headstrong youth full of enthusiasm and a Harvard graduate, no less. She picked neurology instead of endocrinology, but besides that, she is just like you, right?”
Dr. Depp gasped.
“This is not why I’m choosing her,” he said defensively.
“Of course not!” Pierron reassured him, “And still, you’d agree her premises are reassuringly familiar, right? I know you thought attentively about all the pros and cons of inviting a self-made Harvard minion into our house, Johnny… I did exactly the same when I hired you. I made the right choice, back then. Let’s only hope we are right this time, too.”
Dr. Depp sensed relief spread inside him, “So, you would have chosen Dr. Martini, too?”
“I would have, yes,” Pierron confessed, “But I want you to get this straight, Johnny: this time it’s your decision.”
A soft knock at the door interrupted them. When Dr. Depp turned in his chair, he saw Dr. Wentworth Miller, the oncologist, poke his head into the office.
“Excuse me, Chief, you called me?” Dr. Miller asked respectfully.
“Oh, Wentworth! Yes, yes, thanks for coming. Come in, take a seat.”
Dr. Depp gave a discreet, friendly nod of his head when the oncologist sat in the vacant chair next to his own: he liked Dr. Miller, he was one of those people who are graced from birth with the natural gift of making people feel at ease even in the hardest moments, a handy quality with his profession. He had witnessed the man calm down a hysterical patient to whom he had just broken the worst possible news with a simple touch of his hand and a long, intense look.
Right now, the murky green eyes of the oncologist were fixed on the ones of their Chief and he was clearly struggling to guess the reason why the older doctor had summoned him. Dr. Depp did the same: he wondered why Dr. Pierron had called Dr. Miller for that private reunion, given that he apparently had nothing to do with the decision to be made. Sure, he was a brilliant doctor and the hire of a new neurologist affected them all. Dr. Miller was a Harvard graduate, just like he was, but still…
Suddenly, Dr. Depp remembered a short line written in the personal file that was now on Dr. Pierron’s desk and his mouth dried at once.
He shot a panicked look at the older doctor across the desk: how could he have forgotten about it? Okay, his days were so busy that he didn’t have much time for details, but that was not a negligible piece of information! He tried to catch Pierron’s eye, but the older man’s gaze was on the oncologist.
“How can I help you, Chief?” Dr. Miller was saying, and Johnny realized the moment was lost. He looked at Pierron, who seemed perfectly at ease.
“Dr. Depp and I were discussing hiring options. Now that Dr. Morgan has officially decided to retire, we need a new neurosurgeon. I’d like to know your opinion on the matter.”
“My opinion?” Dr. Miller repeated, confused. He shifted his gaze between the two doctors, and Johnny noticed he was clearly struggling to ask them why. It was rare to see Dr. Miller wear emotions on his sleeve like that, but of course, Dr. Pierron’s words were definitely confusing.
“Of course, Chief.” Dr. Miller resumed in answering after a moment. His face was back to its usual unreadable expression.
Seeing his colleague lean back in his chair, ready to listen to them, Dr. Depp wondered if Pierron had made the right choice to summon Wentworth Miller, out of all people, to discuss that matter. Pierron’s words of a few minutes before resounded in his ears: the old doctor told him he had been right to hire Johnny, and that he supported his decisions as new Head of Residents.
“Let’s only hope he is right this time, too,” Depp thought.
Monster movie, Daddy Warbucks up against Bobby Fuller
And he beat him hands down
Lead in the head
Put a little lead in his head.
I fought the war but the war won't stop for the love of god.
I fought the war but the war won
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Song credits: Monster Hospital by Metric
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Wow! Tell Mena this was AWESOME!!!!
Wentworth Miller AND Johnny Depp in the same room! Holy heck! The hotness is suffocating! I LOVE Wentworth! One of my best friends got to be on Prison Break and she filmed a scene with him and also taught him how to play Sudoku.
I have to make this quick, but I, like Loretta, wanna know what Johnny was thinking about! This is shaping up awesomely and I cant wait to see what you girls have up your sleeves!
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