Medical Center
Outside the building…
Meredith's latest hookup, Steven, decided to show off his… issue to Adam and the crew of doctors.
Adam nearly lost it trying not to laugh.
Before, he'd pegged Meredith as just a seasoned pro—y'know, the type with a 100% pants-dropping superpower when drunk. But now? Oh, he'd underestimated her. She wasn't just a pro; she was a legend—the queen of chaos herself!
Cristina, meanwhile, had this creepy grin plastered on her face, staring like she'd hit the jackpot.
Meredith, who'd been ogling Steven's face up until now, finally clued in and glanced down at his… situation.
And just like that, she was done.
"I'm screwed!"
That was the only thought thundering through her head.
She'd just been dumped by Dr. Shepherd, and the "mistress gets ditched" drama was already the hottest gossip in the hospital. Everywhere she went, people pointed and snickered. And now this? She was officially persona non grata.
"Cover it up," Adam said, barely holding in his laughter. "This place is a revolving door—save the details for the exam room."
"Oh, right, right!"
Steven fumbled, grabbing his jacket to shield himself. He'd only flashed everyone because he was freaking out. No sane guy would willingly air that kind of laundry in public.
"Let's head to the exam room," Adam said, waving them along.
"Yeah, let's go!" Cristina tossed her coffee aside, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.
Of course, she didn't forget to drag her shell-shocked bestie Meredith along. After all, Meredith was part of this mess—she'd need to weigh in on the "condition"!
Erm… Not that this was about gawking or anything. Nope, totally legit patient-care protocol. 😏
"C'mon, move it," Cristina said, slinging an arm around Meredith. "Let's get him checked out while it's quiet. If it's no big deal, we send him packing—smartest play here."
"But what if we can't fix it?" Meredith whined, her face a picture of misery.
"With Adam around? We're golden," Cristina said confidently. "As long as he's cool keeping it on the down-low for you."
"Right!" Meredith perked up, snapping out of her daze. She bolted after Adam, grabbing his arm. "Please, help him—and keep it quiet!"
"I'll do my best," Adam said with a noncommittal shrug. "But if it's serious, it's gotta go up the chain. Full protocol."
Meredith wasn't thrilled, but she knew Adam was a stickler for the rules. Resigned, she just prayed Steven's problem was minor.
Too bad life loves a curveball—nine times out of ten, it doesn't go your way.
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Emergency Department
Exam Room
Adam suited up—white coat, gloves, all business—and after a thorough check, he turned to a fidgeting Steven. "You been taking any meds?"
"Meds?" Steven blinked, caught off guard.
"Meds?!" Meredith blurted. "No way!"
Steven was still processing, but Adam and Cristina exchanged loaded smirks.
Why was Meredith so sure? Oh, the pro was throwing shade at his… performance.
"Y'know, stuff for erectile dysfunction," Adam clarified. "What you've got going on? It's called priapism—usually happens from overdoing those kinds of drugs."
"No! I swear, I haven't taken anything!" Steven protested, glancing at a now-suspicious Meredith. "Everything between us was totally natural!"
"Alright, since there's no proof you're lying, we'll take your word for it," Adam said, all serious-like. "But that means we've gotta dig deeper—tests, treatments, the works. It's gonna be rough, uncomfortable, maybe even make you wish you didn't have… well, that. So, you sure you don't wanna rethink your story?"
"Steven, you have to be honest," Meredith pleaded, voice tight. "Dr. Duncan's not kidding—those tests and treatments? They're brutal…"
She rattled off a few unmentionable details.
Steven's tan face went ghost-white, and he instinctively hunched over.
"Taking meds isn't a big deal…" Meredith muttered, practically begging him to fess up.
If he had, they'd have a clear cause. Easy fix, no circus.
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The story might just stay in their little circle if she played it tough—her friends wouldn't blab.
"You've gotta tell us the truth so we can fix this fast and stop the pain," she pressed.
"I didn't take anything," Steven croaked, pale and shaky. "If I had, I'd say so!"
"Sorry, Meredith," Adam said with an apologetic grin. "Looks like Steven's checking in. He's probably not lying. Meredith, grab some sedative, draw some blood—we're rolling out the full test lineup."
"Me?!" Meredith yelped.
"Either you or Cristina—your call," Adam said, smirking. "I've got stuff to do."
Basic tests? A decent nurse could handle those. No way Adam was sticking around for grunt work that ate up hours—not unless he was the attending on this case.
Plus, if this kept up, Steven couldn't stay… inflated forever. Too long, and it'd turn into ED, thrombosis, or worse—necrosis. Next stop: involuntary kung-fu monk status.
Sure, it's all "zero times or a million" in theory, but no guy's signing up for that step willingly.
So, odds were they'd need to physically intervene—shrink those blood vessels.
AKA: someone's doing an enema.
If that flopped, it'd escalate to needle aspiration.
Whether Meredith handled it or begged Cristina to step in, Adam knew one thing: he wasn't touching it.
"I've got stuff too," Cristina chimed in, bolting after Adam.
Watching the drama? Fun. Treating her bestie's hookup like this? Hard pass. Even a pro like her had limits.
Meredith opened her mouth to protest, but they were already gone. She was stuck, awkwardly running tests with the guy she'd kicked out of her place that morning.
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One Hour Later
"Adam!"
Meredith sidled up to him.
"How'd it go?" Adam asked, finishing up with a nurse before turning to her with a grin.
"Steven's tests came back normal. Cristina helped with the enema—didn't work. Then we did needle aspiration, and it finally… calmed him down," Meredith whispered.
"That's great," Adam said, nodding. "So, what's the problem?"
"We don't know," she said, flustered. "It just happened again! Adam, come take a look?"
"Again?" Adam's eyebrows shot up. "That's neurological then—maybe a tumor. Let's go check it out."
Oh, this? Now he was pumped.
Tumor surgeries? Never small potatoes.