based off a prompt i got on tumblr!
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Alex Karev peeled his bloody surgical gloves off with a relaxed sigh, taking off his gown and tossing it into the bin while simultaneously telling a resident to finish closing up for him. When he gets back to the scrub room he leans against the sink, hands taking hold of the sturdy metal, closing his eyes for a minute because it feels like he can finally breathe.
His surgery had gone on for seven hours. The kid on the table crashed twice and had lost so much blood at one point he didn't think the boy was going to make it. Luckily, thanks to skilled hands, surprisingly helpful residents, and Meredith Grey, nine year old Mike Harper was going to be okay. He removes his scrub cap from his head, tucking it into his pants and running a hand through his hair before turning on the faucet and putting his hands under the water, scrubbing off with the bar.
He shakes his hands dry, little water droplets flying here and there before exiting the room, traveling down the brightly lit halls of the surgical floors until he reaches the elevator. He clicks the button for the ground floor, where the parents are waiting. From there it was routine procedure. He tells the couple that their kid is gonna be alright, they cry tears of joy, they thank him, they ask when they can see their son, he informs them that they're closing up right now, so he should be relocated to the PICU soon, and they thank him again before sitting back down.
Alex makes his evening rounds on patients, goofing and joking with them until he's done and can finally head home. He'd been on call for the past sixteen hours, and all he really wants to do is go home and see his girls.
Unfortunately, he learned from the nurses that Jo was pulled into an emergency surgery a few hours earlier, and had yet to finish, so he didn't know how long it would be until she was done. He changes out of his scrubs and into his regular clothes, bidding a short goodbye to Meredith, who laid sprawled out on the attendings lounge couch, grumbling that she was trying to sleep and he was making too much noise to allow her to do so.
Adjusting his old, ratty jacket on his shoulders, he slips his phone, wallet, and keys into his pocket, making his way up to the daycare where the littlest Karev was waiting. The worker, Patricia gives him a warm smile, sliding the sign out sheet across the counter.
"Hey Doctor Karev! Picking up I'm assuming?" she gestures towards his attire, making him nod in response.
"Yeah. I know Jo usually finishes first on Fridays, but she got called in at the last minute." he says, which earns him an understanding chuckle.
"Well, I'll be right out. She was just taking a brief nap, but don't worry, she's only been down for about fifteen minutes or so." she reassures him.
He nods, shoving his hands in his jeans, pulling out his phone and checking the time. 7:23 pm. It was getting closer to his daughter's bedtime, so it would make sense that she would start to be getting tired. Alex smiles at his lock screen, a picture of him, Jo, and their little girl at her two year old birthday party a few months ago. Jo had gone all out, decorating their yard with extravagant streamers, decorative backdrops, and a huge bouncy house. In the picture that stared back at him, Jo and their freshly two year old toddler were both wearing pink, Jo's in the form of a sheer blouse, and their daughter's in a frilly dress that Jo spent way more money than she should've on. Alex matched, wearing a pink tie and white button down. He had refused immensely at first, but after much pleading from the tiny girl, he gave in. Because what kind of father could say no to puppy dog eyes?
"Daddy!" he sees the little bundle of blue run towards him, causing him to sweep down and pull her into his arms, bunching the thick fabric she was wearing.
