chapter fifty six

stairway to heaven.season five, episode thirteen.

. Rue jiggled the handle for the millionth time, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she turned to Ryan and Ollie, both of whom were exhausted and just wanted a place to sleep.

"I hate people," she grumbled, kicking the door once for good measure. "I'm ."

Ollie nodded in agreement, resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder as he let out a yawn. "Why is it even locked?"

"Why do you think, babe?" Ryan snorted, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Seconds later, loud moans could be heard through the thick walls, making all three of them cringe. "Case in point—"

"I'm sick of this!" Rue groaned, kicking the door once again as she raised her voice to a shout. "Go fuck somewhere else, assholes!"

All of a sudden, the pleasured moans turned into a scream of pain that echoed throughout the hallways, followed by the sound of a panicked female voice. "?!"

The interns froze in place, not moving a muscle as they checked to see if anyone else heard.

"That didn't sound good," Ollie whispered. "That didn't sound good. Like, at all."

"Should we, you know, go in there?" Ryan wondered aloud, cringing as another shout of agony ripped through the walls. "It kinda sounds like someone's dying." Rue shook her head, reaching down and paging her resident instead.

"I paged Dr. Harper," she informed them. "She'll know what to—" The intern was cut off by the sound of a pager buzzing from inside of the on call room. "—do."

Ollie looked between them with a questioning look. "Let's run away and pretend we were never here?"

"I'm in."

"Sounds good to me."

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Cassie stood in the center of the on call room, her hand covering her mouth as she watched her boyfriend, naked and writhing in pain on the mattress. "Oh my god?!"

Mark's face was scrunched up in excruciating pain, his face beat red as he screamed. "!"

"Oh my god!" Cassie shouted for what seemed like the hundredth time, staring down at Mark's injury in revulsion. "Are you okay?!"

"!"

"I broke your penis!" Cassie screamed, as she began to mumble to herself in alarm. "Oh, my god, I broke my boyfriend's penis. I broke my hot, well endowed plastic surgeon boyfriend's penis. Oh, my god."

"Go!" Mark shouted, throwing a stray scrub top in her direction. "Go, get Torres!"

"I-I can't just leave you alone—"

"Cass!"

Cassie shut her eyes tightly, getting dressed in a flash and rushing out the door as she paged Callie 911. In a frazzled state, she bumped into a body, seeing George looking down at her in concern. "Cass, are you—"

"Can penises break?!" she asked urgently, glancing worriedly back to the on call room. "Like, ?"

George furrowed his brows. "Okay, I'm gonna need some more context."

"There's no time!" Cassie waved him off, sprinting away to find Callie and leaving him in the middle of the hallway, questioning their short interaction.

"Wait," George whispered to himself with a frown. "penises break in half?"

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Cassie sprinted through the halls, finally spotting Callie making her way towards her. Out of breath, she stopped in front of her, grabbing her arms to stabilize herself.

"Callie! Oh, thank god."

"I'm headed to the pit, got a 911 page," Callie informed, trying to move past her. "Sorry, I need to—"

"It was me," Cassie interrupted, stress evident on her features. "I paged you 911, for Mark." Callie raised a brow in confusion. "He's the emergency."

"What? Mark's hurt?"

Cassie nodded rapidly. "Yes. No. . Badly injured. Very, very, very badly, in a way that is very bad for anyone who's a man, but for Mark in particular." She paused for a moment, before leaning in and lowering her voice to a whisper. "He may have broken a bone."

Callie tilted her head. "A bone?"

"Well, more like, um, bone?" Cassie emphasized, despite the other woman still not understanding. Sighing in frustration, she gave up trying to subtle. "He broke his penis, okay?! I-I broke his penis."

Callie laughed, not taking her seriously. "You're kidding, right?" At Cassie's persistent stare, her smile dropped. "Oh god, you're not kidding."

"Please hurry," Cassie begged, nearly on the verge of tears. "I like his penis."

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Standing between Owen and Callie, Cassie bit her thumb nail anxiously as she stared down at Mark's injury.

"Yeah that's a penile fracture," Owen confirmed, grimacing slightly.

Mark shut his eyes tightly. "Oh, I'm gonna kill myself."

"I'm sorry," Cassie repeated, reaching out to hold his hand, but ultimately deciding against it. "I'm sorry."