Chapter 69

"Jackson, we have to get dressed so we can watch Meredith's presentation." I say wiggling out of his arms so I can get dressed. We spent all of our free time this morning in the on call room and as usual Jackson didn't want it to end.

"Come on, Meredith probably won't even know we aren't there." He says.

"But we will and since we're good friends we're going to watch her presentation. Now start getting dressed," I tell him.

"Fine." He sighs, standing up and beginning to get dressed before we leave the on-call room.

"Dr. Avery, Mrs. Maddox is here to get her drain removed. I'll do it after the presentation." Leah says walking over to Jackson and I as we make our way to the research lab where Meredith is presenting the project she's been working on for the past three months since she returned to work.

"I'll do it myself, Murphy." Jackson says to Leah.

"Really? Because I know the case."

"Nah, I prefer to do it myself. Thanks." He says as we walk into the room. A short while later Derek also walks into the room and stands beside Jackson and I.

"Good morning everyone." Owen says walking into the room.

"Morning." We all say before turning our attention to the front of the room because the presentation is about to start.

"Grey-Sloan memorial has always valued innovation as a top priority and today the leader of this charge is Dr.Grey. We should all follow her in pushing the boundaries, moving medicine forward, finding new ways to innovate. Dr. Grey." Owen says signaling for Meredith to speak.

"3-D printing will allow us to customize treatment for an individual's specific needs. Instead of ordering and waiting for an implant..." Meredith says.

"Do you see that?" I ask Jackson pointing towards a man standing near Meredith as she continues to speak.

"The printer? Yeah , it's cool." Jackson says.

"No, no, the guy next to her." I say making Jackson and Derek turn their attention to the guy. "With the eye twitch." I say and Jackson shakes his head yes, before smirking because he knows the exact thought running through my head.

"Eventually, even using a patient's own cells to prevent rejection. Welcome to the age of personalized medicine." Meredith says pulling out a fork. Causing chatter of disappointment to fill the room as some people exit, but Derek claps for her.

"You guys, we just got the printer yesterday. We're testing it out. Forks today, tomorrow portal veins for actual people. You guys." She calls. Everyone is released from the presentation, but Jackson, and I wait outside of the room for the guy with the eye twitch.

"Uh, Harvey." I say as the guy walks out of the room.

"Yes, can I help you?" He asks.

"No, but I think I can help you. I can fix that. It'll take about 30 minutes," I say,

"Fix what?" He asks.

"The twitch," I say as we begin to walk down the hallway.

"I don't know who you are, but frankly this is none of your business and it's not a twitch, it's a..." He begins to say.

"A hemifacial spasm. See, I can decompress the nerve. It's minimally invasive. It's barely even a surgery." I explain.

"Who the hell are you?" He asks.

"She's Liliana Garcia, one of the best neurosurgeons in the country. I really think you should let her fix it." Jackson says.

"And who are you?" Harvey asks.

"Jackson Avery, plastics E.N.T. I would really love to watch the surgery if that's cool with you." Jackson says.

"No, that's not cool. Now if you'll excuse me, I haven't had a thing to eat all morning." He says about to eat the donut he had in his hand before I snatch it away.

"If you don't eat, I can do it today," I say throwing the donut in a trash can as we continue to walk, making him stare at me. We continue to discuss the surgery with Harvey, before taking him for an E.M.G. and waiting for the results.

"Well your E.M.G. did confirm that it is a hemifacial spasm, so we'll just get you started on some pre-op tests." Jackson says as we walk with Harvey down the hallway.

"Wait, I know I signed the form, but how do I know this is gonna work? I mean, I've already tried botox, muscle relaxers, and..." Harvey says.

"Well, you know, you sell more than just 3-d printers." I say.

"Correct, I also sell ink cartridges."

"No, no what I mean is that you sell inspiration. You are the future face of medicine. Don't you want that face to be twitch free?" I ask.

"The surgery will work," Richard says loud enough for Harvey to hear him as we stop in front of the front desk right across from Richard's room.

"See, you should listen to him." I smirk.

"He's a guy in a bathrobe." Harvey frowns, making Jackson hold back a laugh.

"I'm Dr. Richard Webber. I basically trained these two. You're in good hands." Richard assures him and I nod my head in agreement. We walk away and I continue to explain the surgery to Harvey, before getting him prepped, then Jackson and I take him to surgery.

"Vertebral Artery is tortuous. It's compressing the facial nerve, which is the source of the twitch." I say as I operate.

"Yeah." Jackson agrees. "You know, you were very convincing when you talked to Harvey about the surgery today. I'm impressed." He smirks.

"Well thank you pretty boy." I smile "I guess hanging around Derek so much has helped me with my people skills. You wanna do the decompression?" I ask him.

"Hell yeah." He says as I move over and let him take over.

"Dr. Avery? Traumas asking if we can take a look at a huge facial lac in the I.C.U., should I do the sutures?" Leah asks as she walks into the O.R.

"No, definitely not." Jackson says making me look at him, confused at why he isn't letting Leah do simple task. I mean she's a second year resident. Bailey had us doing sutures our first year.

"I can handle it, seriously." She assures him.

"Seriously, I'll be there in an hour. Thank you." He says before Leah leaves the room.

"Murphy's not that bad, you know?!I mean I don't necessarily like her, but she seems to have some talent." I say.

"Oh, I know. It's just that I'm better." He says to me. "Can I have a pledget, please?" He asks turning to the scrub nurse as she hands him the instrument.

"Put it to the left dumbass." I say.

"What?" He frowns.

"Are you a half-wit? I said place it to the left, idiot. Those are things Mark used to say when he thought he was better than you." I remind him.

"Are we taking a walk down memory lane now?" He smirks.

"No." I laugh "I'm just saying Mark was hard on you at first, but he saw your talent and knew that he needed to teach you and let you get hands on experience, just like Derek did the same for me and now it's our jobs to teach the residents. Hand them the keys to the car." I say.

"And let them take it on a joyride. I don't think so."

"Well, before you know it they'll be the surgeons in charge of surgeries like this and we need to teach them before they get here." I say.

"Alright, securing the pad with fibrin glue." He says.

"You're going to need a lot of that asshat." I say.

"Alright, I get it. Point made." He laughs.

"I know, I'm just doing it for fun now." I smirk. We continue operating, before taking Harvey to recovery after we finish.

"Harvey, are you okay?" I ask as he stares at himself in the mirror he's holding in his hand.

"I'm waiting for it to twitch. It's twitched for 20 years." He says obviously in shock.

"You can wait all you want, but it's gone. We got it."

"Thank you." He smiles.

"Who do you wanna see first? The facial lac or Mrs. Maddox." Leah asks standing at the door.

"I'll do them both," Jackson says, until I give him a death glare.

"Okay, I will take Mrs. Maddox and you can take the facial lac." He says, but I continue to stare at him signaling for him to keep going.

"You know what? Why don't...why don't you take them both."

"Dr. Avery, I will not disappoint you." She smiles as her and Jackson leave to tend to the patient's. I continue talking to Harvey, before leaving for a tumor surgery. Tumor surgeries are almost always pretty long and this one was no different. By the time I finish it's time to go home. After I take my patient to recovery, I go to the locker room to get dressed.

"Hey asshat." I smile as Jackson walks into the locker room.

"You're so childish." He laughs as he begins getting dressed.

"I know." I smirk.

"Are we cooking or picking up food on the way home?"

"Picking up food. I'm to tired to cook." I say.

"I'm with you." He agrees.

"When did we become that couple?" I smile.

"What couple?"

"That couple that plans out everything and goes home after work rather than going to the bar?"

"Baby, we've been that couple." He laughs.

"You're right." I laugh.

"You ready to go?" He asks as he finishes putting on his shirt.

"Yep." I smile before we walk out of the locker room and leave to go home after a long day at work.