oiv. fool me once
5.03

Oliver Lee-Sunny hurried through the halls of Seattle Grace Hospital , his mind buzzing with the constant idea and activity that was his life as a surgical intern. He was always moving, always talking, always helping.

He was supposed to be on his brothers service, but his resident determined that he should be working in the clinic instead. He wasn't sure why, but he wouldn't turn down the opportunity to help, and make he could sneak a few extra snacks into his diet today.

As he entered the clinic, he saw a young man sitting in one of the examination rooms, looking nervous and uncomfortable. Oliver took a deep breath and put on his best reassuring smile as he approached, knowing it was what he would like to see.

"Hi, I'm Oliver Lee-Sunny, one of the surgical interns here," he said, extending his hand. "How can I help you today?"

The young man shook his hand, looking relieved to see a friendly face. "I'm Matt. I've been having these strange rashes and they keep coming and going. I've seen a few doctors, but they all say it's anxiety but I don't think that's right."

Oliver nodded, taking a seat and opening the patient chart. "Alright, Matt. Let's see if we can figure this out. Can you tell me when you first noticed the rashes?"

Matt nodded, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. "About two weeks ago. They started on my arms and then spread to my chest and back. They're really itchy and sometimes they burn."

Oliver leaned in, examining the red, blotchy rashes on Matt's arms. "Have you changed anything recently? New detergent, soap, or food?"

Matt shook his head. "No, nothing like that. And it's weird because they seem to get better when I'm stressed or tired. Maybe I don't notice them then."

Oliver made a few notes in the chart, his mind racing through the possibilities. "Stress can definitely be a trigger for some skin conditions, but it's definitely odd that they get better when you're stressed. Have you had any other symptoms? Fever, chills, nausea, anything like that?"

Matt shook his head again. "No, just the rashes."

Oliver tapped his pen against the chart before he started to write things down all over the paper. "Alright, let me get a closer look at these rashes."

As he examined Matt's skin, he noticed that Matt's eyelids seemed a bit swollen and his skin appeared dry and flaky. "Have you had any swelling or dryness anywhere else?" Oliver asked, making more notes in the chart.

Matt hesitated, almost seeming scared that he could say yes and the doctor wouldn't be happy with him, but then he nodded. "Yeah, my eyes have been really dry and swollen too. I thought it was just allergies."

Oliver nodded, filing that piece of information away. "Alright, I'm going to consult with Dr. Sloan, our ear - throat - nose specialist and plastics surgeon to get a second opinion. Just sit tight for a moment. If you need anything, there's a button on the wall behind you that will alert a nurse."

Oliver left the room and quickly found Dr. Sloan, who was in the middle of a consultation with another patient. He waited until Dr. Sloan was finished before approaching, stepping from one foot to the other.

"Dr. Sloan, can I have a moment?" Oliver asked as he stepped into a walking pace beside the doctor. "I've got a patient in the clinic with a really strange rash and some other symptoms. I think it might be something more serious,"

Dr. Sloan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Alright, what's the situation?"

Oliver quickly explained Matt's symptoms and showed Dr. Sloan his notes in the chart. Mark studied them carefully, his expression thoughtful.

"Hm, looks like chronic urticaria to me," Dr. Sloan said finally. "Get a dermatologist to prescribe a rash cream and some antihistamines. Should help manage the symptoms."

Oliver nodded, but something about the situation didn't sit right with him. On Matt's intake forms he had read that he had seen a doctor previously who had prescribed a lotion, which hadn't helped. "Thanks, Dr. Sloan,"

As Dr. Sloan walked away, Oliver's mind raced with the idea that it wasn't what he was told. He decided to page Dr. Bailey, hoping she could provide more insight, she was his resident after all.

A few minutes later, Dr. Bailey arrived, he demeanor immediately putting Oliver at ease, which honestly, wasn't too weird. "What's going on, Lee-Sunny?"

Oliver quickly explained Matt's symptoms and Dr. Sloan's suggestion. "But I feel like there's more to it," he finished. "Could you take a look?"

Dr. Bailey nodded, following Oliver back to the examination room. She introduced herself to Matt and began a thorough examination, asking him detailed questions about his symptoms and medical history.

"You were right to be concerned, Oliver. This isn't just chronic urticaria." She then turned her body and attention towards the patient. "Matt, I think you might have a condition called dermatomyositis. It's an inflammatory disease that causes muscle weakness and skin rashes. We'll need to run some tests to confirm, but we're going to get you the right treatment for whatever you may have non the less."

Matt looked relieved to finally have an answer. "Thank you, Dr. Bailey, and thank you, Oliver. I really appreciate your help."

Oliver returned the smile, feeling a warm glow of accomplishment in his heart. He couldn't wait to tell his brother. "No problem, Matt. Just doing my job."

After Matt left, Dr. Bailey turned to Oliver with an approving nod. "Good job, Oliver. Trusting your instincts paid off. Just remember, sometimes the smallest details can make the biggest difference."

Oliver felt a surge of pride at the compliment. "Thanks, Dr. Bailey. I'll remember that."

As Oliver left to find his older brother, he ended up running into Cristina Yang in the hallway, who gave him a nod of acknowledgment as he walked by. He ended up stopping a few steps away before he came back and stood beside her, leaning against the wall.

"Hey, Oliver. Heard you did good work in the clinic today," Cristina said, her tone casual but sincere. "Thank you for taking my clinic shift."

"You're clinic shift? I thought it was because I couldn't work with Atlas?" Oliver tilted his head. "Huh?"

Cristina smirked, clearly amused by his questioning expressions. "Yeah, I had Bailey switch us. Sorry."

She wasn't sorry, but she knew no matter what he had a good time, and had helped a patient.

"Yang! How could you!" Oliver cried out but smiled, happy as he nudged the Korean girl.