FULL Title: Meredith and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
The entire title is borrowed from a children's book, which inspired me to write this. I don't own any of the characters, I just play with them. And it takes place during early first year interning, but not any specific time. George, Izzy, and Meredith all live together. Addison isn't in the picture. That's... about it. Comments/reviews are appreciated. :-)
+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-The exact moment when Meredith knew she was in store for a dreadful day was when she managed to arrive to the hospital late, stained, and bleeding. As she stumbled into the locker room, most of the interns were already leaving and off to begin their medical adventures for the day. Cristina was standing at her locker, lab coat on, and placing her stethoscope around her neck. She looked up at Meredith and was taken aback.
"What the hell happened to you?"
Meredith angrily threw her bag to the bench, missed, and walked to the sink, pulling up her slightly bloodied sleeve and washing the blood off of a scrape on her elbow. Cristina, eyebrows raised, stared. Meredith caught sight of the staring in the mirror and gave Cristina a look.
"I fell in the parking lot." Meredith explained, then faced Cristina with a frown, "After I woke up late, had to take a detour to get here, and spilled coffee on myself after slamming on my breaks to avoid a cat. Today is fan-freakin-tastic."
At that moment, Bailey entered the locker room, hands on her hips.
"Yang, I checked with Shepherd and you're scrubbing in on his surgery." Miranda said, ignoring Meredith.
"Thank you." Cristina replied, glancing at Meredith before leaving hastily.
Once the locker room door shut, Miranda narrowed her eyes at Meredith, who was rolling her sleeve down.
"Everything all right, Grey?" Miranda asked.
"Yes." Meredith replied, making her way to her locker and putting her lab coat on.
"Good." Miranda nodded and then dropped her tone, "But, you're late. And when you're late, people die."
"I'm sorry there was construction and-"
Miranda held up a hand, "Don't. You're in the pit."
With a sigh and a slam of her locker door, Meredith walked past Miranda and headed for the emergency room.
"And don't be late again!" Miranda called after her and then muttered under her breath, "Giving me attitude 'cause you're late..."
Meredith, picking up her pace in the hallway, headed towards the emergency room. She was irritated that George and Izzy, who had made it to the hospital on time, hadn't called and warned her about the construction when she was still at home, already running late and hurrying to get ready.
As Meredith rounded a corner on the way to the elevators, a nurse, distracted with a chart, stepped in Meredith's path. With a sudden stop and a side step, Meredith avoided the nurse and tripped forward, almost falling, but catching herself. The nurse continued on and Meredith stood with one hand on her hip, watching her go and glaring.
When the nurse was out of Meredith's sight, she spun around quickly and ran into an empty wheelchair being pushed by an orderly. Meredith fell to the smooth, cold floor with a thud, whacking her already tender elbow. She sat up and rubbed her elbow vigorously. The orderly leaned over her.
"You okay?" he asked, reaching out a hand.
"Yeah." Meredith took the hand and stood up, her knee starting to throb.
"Sorry about that." he apologized and then hurried off with the wheelchair.
Meredith glared again as the orderly left and then walked towards the elevator. There were several people getting on the empty elevator and Meredith picked up her speed.
"Hold the elevator!" Meredith called out and began to run, her knee screaming in pain.
She reached the elevator just in time for the doors to close in her face.
"You got to be freakin' kidding me!" Meredith slammed her palm against the closed metal door.
Glaring once more, she headed toward the stairs, limping. The heavy door stuck the first time she tried to open it, so when she tried again, she used more force and it swung open with ease, causing her to stumble dangerously close to the stairs. Meredith placed a hand on the railing and hobbled down the stairs, knowing that the day was only going to get worse.
