Dr John H. Watson. (psychosomatic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-28 19:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who? John Watson & Lex Winter (possibly Malcolm later.)
Where? The hospital
When? Immediately after Lex's net post.
What? Breaking the news to Lex.
Status? Closed, ongoing.
Rating? High for talk of death.
After Malcolm had called Maryanne, he had eventually informed John about the situation at the cottage. Rather than put Malcolm through any more pain, John had asked for Ghost Mitchell's assistance, and had Grey's body moved to the morgue. It wasn't a pretty sight, but John had done his best to make the body more presentable, just in case anyone wanted to see her before they cremated her at Malcolm's request. He would give him a little time to think about a funeral first, just in case.
The island being small, he hadn't really had to inform anyone about Grey's death. Thankfully. Being an army doctor, he'd been the bearer of bad news far too many times- and unlike most doctors, he was usually quite close to the deceased, required to keep his own feelings in check out of respect for their friends and family. Grey was no exception. She had DJ-ed at his wedding, she was his receptionist, she was his friend. He couldn't think about that yet- he just had to keep that professional wall up as best as he could. He would cry later, curled around Sherlock, holding onto him so nothing could ever harm him. It made him realise just how vulnerably human they were.
With Grey's body left downstairs, John headed back up to the main wards to clean up. He'd intended to head home when he heard the familiar whoosh of the automatic doors leading into the waiting room. "Just through here!" he called out, drying off his hands and turning to see who his patient was.