It's Not What It Looks Like {Dylan&&Mac}

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<sub>Mac had moved here specifically because he had heard of Dylan's work. Mac felt that if anyone could save his wife, it would be this man. Mac had met him a few times before this meeting, but even before meeting him, he had trusted him completely. So far, Dylan had been telling Mac that things weren't looking good for his wife's condition, which was what every other doctor he had met with told him. But Mac still had faith that there was something they could do to make his precious Shiloah come back to him. Maybe it was the fact that he was a hopeless romantic who believed that soulmates existed and that soulmates were together until the end. He believed that Shiloah was his soulmate, and that she would always come back to him. Maybe it was just going to take a little more time for her to come back to him. He just needed to keep waiting for her. 

Today he had an appointment with Shiloah's doctor. Basically, the home-nurse would be updating Dylan on her condition, and then Dylan would come talk to Mac about what he thought was best at this point. Every week it had been the same: she wasn't going to wake up and to let her go. But he wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready to throw five years of marriage down the drain yet. Shiloah was not only the love of his life, but she was his best friend. He still sat down and talked to her during the day. He would inform her of his day, and then he would go on to reminisce about their happy life together. He would end their one-sided conversation by telling her that he loved her, and that he was waiting for her to come back to him. 

It was completely true, too. Mac didn't have much of a life outside of working and sitting by his wife's bedside. He would work twelve hour (or longer) days, and then he would go relieve the home-nurse of her duties. Since he was a certified nurse, he was able to take care of his wife during the evenings and nights. Not much changed for his wife's condition, which meant it was a pretty boring life. He would take her vitals every half hour, record them, and then go work on something around the house or doze off. It wasn't much of a life, and it definitely not one that he had ever imagined for himself. But he was dealing with his situation as best as he thought he could. 

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Dylan had worked hard to get to where he was. He hadn’t needed to prove anything to anyone, but he wanted to be good for himself. He had made a promise as a sick little kid to help those just like him get better one day. He knew back then that not everyone had the chance he had. Not everyone survived. He wasn’t going to waste his shot at life and instead he had spent his years working towards becoming a great neurosurgeon. He still lost patients because sometimes there was just nothing he could do to save them. The body was a complex thing, the brain even more so, and he was only capable of so much. Others would eventually succumb to their diseases, but Dylan’s intervention had bought them a few extra years with loved ones; a chance to see children marry, meet their grandchildren, and accomplish other milestones that maybe they would never had had if they hadn’t seen him. Dylan wasn’t boastful though, and he didn’t see his career like that. He was modest in what he had achieved and he woke up every morning (or evenings sometimes with his rota) and went to work like everybody else. He was just doing a job.

Today though he wasn’t looking forward to his job. There were tough days and tougher days, but this was the former of those. He had office appointments today, which was mostly a lot of check-ups on out patients and ensuring they were following through with treatment plans. Dylan never stopped seeing those under his care until he was happy and they were happy with the life they had now. A few were coming in to talk about upcoming surgery he would be performing on them, but his chart suggested there were only two of those booked in with him this morning.

He had his files on a trolley next to him so he could grab them as he needed them. Dylan looked them over before he called someone in so he could pull up any necessary scans or results on his computer beforehand, save time during the appointment. He grabbed the next one and sighed at the name. He already knew what to expect before he opened it up to read the nurse’s latest report in there. Dylan didn’t believe in miracles, but Shiloah needed more than that with the irreversible damage caused. He shook his head and closed the file over before moving through to the waiting area just a few steps from his door. “Coleman?”

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