A New Life

15.

(Santana's POV)

(Three weeks later...)

It has been quite a few weeks. Brittany and I are officially divorced, Jax decided to not sue me or the hospital for GBH. I don't know who or what changed his mind, but I am not going to question it. I am working my final few weeks notice here at the hospital before Grace and I uproot our lives to London. Jax will still be under the care of my team, I just won't be the lead surgeon on his case for much longer, I will be handing him over to Amelia Shepherd. She will be back from maternity leave by then.

"I am going to miss this view, I love it so much." I sigh as I stand in front of my floor length glass paned windows watching the sun begin to rise over the Miami coast. "Yes but you'll soon fall in love with a new view." Grace says as she appears behind me, slithering her hands around me from behind. "Mmm" I moan out lightly, unsure on whether I want to fully agree. "We don't have to go, you know that right? I can call the firm, see if I can work in their Pembroke Pines branch and I can just commute. "No way! You fought like crazy to land that role and I...well I need a fresh start." I say. I will miss Miami, I will miss my family, my friends and my life. But I know we are making the right move by going to London, it will be great. "I just want you to be happy babe." Grace pecks my cheek, before burying her face into the space between my shoulder and the base of my neck, laying soft kisses. "I am happy. I am with you." I turn in Grace's arms, wrapping my arms around her waist, sliding my hands to her ass and giving it a light squeeze. "Hmm cute" Grace giggles as she leans in for a loving kiss.

"Urgh! I guess that's my sign to go...now that I will not miss" I hear the droning sound from my pager on the night stand from the hospital. "Anything urgent?" Grace asks me as I pick it up to read the code. "Grey code" I say, assuming Grace would actually know what that is, but the puzzled look on her face, indicates otherwise. "Violent patient. I better go" before I can walk off, Grace has leapt over the bed and jumped onto my back, securing her grip before she slides down the back of my body. "Can't it wait?" she says as her fingers find their way under my shirt. "Hmmm...not really" I say trying to resist, but not very convincingly. "I am sure between Jackson, Callie and Owen they can pin them down for 5 more minutes." Grace says, her fingertips now teasing just above my bikini line. "Please, Owen has PTSD from the slightest loud noise, Jackson is too much a pretty boy to want to get hurt. Which leaves Callie flying solo, she is the most capable out of the three, but she might need some back up." I pry myself away from Grace's teasing hold and head out for the hospital.

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"I got paged a code grey, what we got?" I say as I enter a very busy and slightly overcrowded pit. "Benji Cohen, age 35. Admitted with abdominal pain, high blood pressure. Heart rate is 110 BPM. He has been complaining of nausea, vomiting and he has a fever." Callie tells me as Owen and Jackson have their arms locked with this patient' to hold him down. I grab my thermometer from my lab coat to try and take Benji's temperature again, but he spits at me. Like actually SPITS at me!!! He is bucking in the hospital bed, Owen and Jackson doing all they can to pin him down. "Okaaaaaay Mr Cohen I am going to need you to listen up and listen up real good okay. I could have been in a much more pleasurable position right now lets say, but instead I left that pleasurable position to be here to treat you. Which means I am kind of pissed off right now, really pissed off in fact. I could walk away right here, right now and leave you to scream out in pain. But this is America, the land where dreams are supposedly made of. And once upon a time when I was a young Selena look alike, I had a dream of saving people, helping people and doing all I could to relieve what ever pain they were in. And I agreed to follow that through regardless of who that patient was. But what I will NOT tolerate is being spat at like I am something that isn't even worth the shit that is quite clearly on your shoe, from the stench I have setting up camp in my nostrils from the foot of your bed. So you will lay here, you will oblige and you will let us treat you. Got it?"