You do not have to have watched or know anything about Grey's Anatomy to understand this Fanfic. Enjoy:)
ALSO, stick around with this story because I honestly believe the quality of the writing and plot gets better once you're a few chapters in.
(Also words that are in bold mean that there is a definition at the end of the chapter for it in case you don't know what it means)
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Fray's Anatomy
Today. Today is the day that Clary Fray has been waiting for since she could remember. Today is the day that she becomes the doctor. Not the 6 year old girl coloring in pictures of organ systems and playing with her Anatomy Jane Doll. Not the nerdy teen who was more interested in watching recordings of legendary surgeons removing tumors and performing transplants over going to the movies with her friends like "normal teenagers." Not the girl who practically prayed every day that she'd be accepted into Cornell Med School. No. Today all her dreams were going to come true.
Or not.
Clary Fray rushed in through the massive glass sliding doors and entered Idris Hospital at 7:59, barely making it to her first day as a surgical intern. Great. Now her resident is going to believe that she doesn't care for this amazingly amazing opportunity, so amazingly fantastical that it's knocking her off the freaking amazing happy cloud she'd been on for the past couple days. That's exactly what she needed.
Even though she was practically having a nervous breakdown, she was also reveling in everything that was hospital. The distinct "hospital smell" that most people hated but she loved. The I.V bags. The crash carts, the blue scrubs, stethoscopes, surgical masks, CT and MRI machines….. it all gave her a thrill as she walked (or rather jogged) through the busy halls that she would be spending the majority of her days and nights in for the next couple of years.
At least she hoped she would be. Who knows what they did to interns who were late on their first day?
Every possible emotion was swarming through her creating a sort of buzz. She was excited, nervous – very nervous, scared, happy, a little freaked out. You'll be fine. You'll be fineyou'llbefineyou'llbefineyou'llbefine. Willing herself not to freak out because God knows she does the stupidest things when she does.
Right, left, right, right, or was it a left? Why did this hospital have to be such a damn maze?
Just as Clary spotted the door at the end of the hall-
"She's coding!"
"Someone page Cardio!"
"We need a doctor in here!"
Suddenly Clary felt her feet magically glue to the floor, making it impossible for her to move any further to the room where she really needed to be in, where all the other responsible interns were.
For some reason she felt a very strong pull and found her feet move in the direction of the yelling where she knew she had to be in.
A little voice in the back of her head was yelling at her and saying "No! You don't know what you're doing! Let the doctors help."
And then it hit her. She was the doctor. Yeah, maybe she hadn't even started her surgical training yet. Maybe she'd walk in there and make a giant mistake. But the past four years of Med School weren't and couldn't have been for nothing. She'd worked her ass off studying for this very moment and she wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.
Besides, there was a human being in there that needed assistance and she was right there. Literally 2 feet away from the door and her fingers were twitching with anticipation.
Clary strode into the hospital room where nurses were going frantic, running around the room in utter chaos, carrying different types of equipment ready for use.
"Excuse me miss are you a family member? You really shouldn't be in here right now darling. The waiting lounge is right across the hall." said a tall blond nurse wearing black heels with her dark green scrubs carrying a defibrillator.
Ok. Yes, maybe the washed out jeans, old Cornell sweatshirt, short stature, and frizzy red curls didn't scream out "Professional" or "Doctor" by any means, but c'mon, a family member?
"Um," Clary started fidgeting with her hands, a nervous habit she'd had ever since she could remember. Being shy wasn't one of her proudest qualities.
"Yes?"
C'mon Clary, you can't just back out now for God's sakes. Trying to re-gather the boldness and courage she miraculously had 30 seconds ago, she said, "Excuse me Nurse….."
"Jessamine"
Clary took a pause, a deep breath, and then answered, "Nurse Jessamine, I'm Doctor Fray. It's my day off and I'm not on call but I came back to the hospital to check on one of my patients. I see this patient has-"
"Doctor Fray?" Jessamine said, her eyebrows knitting together with confusion, her hands now fiddling with the patients chart instead of the defibrillator. "From what I see, you're not even on this patients chart, and Cardio should be here by now what's taking them so long! And the code team? Madeleine where are they?" Jessamine said, her voice raising an octave as the sentence went on.
"I'm not sure, they should be here by now! I'll page them again" said the Nurse whom Clary assumed was Nurse Madeleine. The nurse who was also starting CPR on the nearly dying patient.
Clary decided that if the patient was going to have any chance at survival, no more time could be wasted. Putting one foot in front of the other with her legs slightly trembling from the rush she was feeling, she walked up to the bedside of the patient and asked the nurses "what do we got here?"
Before she knew it there was a small hand on her shoulder who Clary identified as Nurse Jessamine's.
"I'm sorry Doctor Fray you don't even have a badge on and there's no way that I can identify if you're even licensed to- "
"Do you want her to die?" Clary almost yelled, trying to keep the squeakiness out of her voice.
"What? No of course not it's just that-"
"Because that's what it seems like. If you really want her to have a chance at ever living again, you wouldn't just stand there and try to prevent me from doing my job. If this patient dies, it won't be my fault, it'll be yours. And I know I just sound like an ass who's been yelling at you but I really want to help this patient. Now, tell me what do we have here?"
From what Clary could tell, Nurse Jessamine seemed to be having an internal battle, she looked around at the other nurses in the room who all just shrugged back to her, and she muttered something along the lines of "snobby know-it-all doctors." Grabbing the patient's chart once again, she continued "46 year old Charlotte Branwell, came in approximately 1 hour ago and presented with fractures to the face and shoulder, irregular heart rhythm, as well as a blood alcohol level that is over 4 times the DUI limit. We're assuming her injuries are due to loss of balance- "
"And is currently going into vfib" Clary said trying to keep her calm but she could already feel panic rising in her throat and a cold sweat breaking out at the back of her neck. .Stupid! Vfib's are very dangerous you're in way over your head Clary! This poor woman is going to die because of you!
She felt frozen, and found herself just staring stupidly at the thin light green sheets on the bed. She was vaguely aware of someone asking her a question which she eventually processed as "How would you like to proceed Doctor?"
Think. If this woman layed on the bed like this for 20 seconds more she would most definitely die.
And then, in an almost overwhelming wave, the little transfixed spell she'd been trapped in vanished and it was almost as if her fingers and mouth had a mind of their own.
"Alright, Nurse Jessamine you need to start bagging her. Also we need to shock her at 360 Jules." Clary turned to another Nurse in the room and ordered her to charge the defibrillator up to 360.
With the paddles in her tiny hands, she confidently placed them both on the correct parts of the women's chest. "Alright. Shock."
The dark haired nurse who was currently handling the defibrillator machine replied "Shocking." Within milliseconds the paddles shocked the woman's chest and Clary all but prayed that the woman would respond.
And to her horror she didn't.
"No change" said Nurse Jessamine.
"Okay, well…..shock her again at 360"
"Shocking"
Once again the paddles shocked the woman's body and still, nothing.
"No response"
All the nurses seemed to be looking at her, waiting for further instructions and Clary didn't know what to say to them. She'd really screwed up this time. She could get cut from the program for this. All she could seem to know to say was "Shock her again."
She could feel the nurses passing strange looks with each other and once again the paddles shocked . And again, the damn lady didn't respond.
"Respond god dammit!" Clary shouted and immediately realized how unprofessional that sounded. She could feel her cheeks warming as the room went silent.
"Ok, well…." Clary said, clearing her throat and trying to make the room feel less awkward. She tried to figure out what to do. "How about give her 1 milligram of Epinephrine I.V"
About 10 seconds later a nurse in the room replied with "The I.V's infiltrated"
"What?" Clary all but shrieked.
"It means that-"
"The vessel wall has exploded which means we have no immediate way of getting the drugs in her circulation." Clary just kept on rambling to herself, wanting to hit her head on a wall.
"We need access so we're just going to have to do an EJ. Hand me an 18 gage needle, and prep her neck." Clary said, trying to hide the trace of nervousness she heard in her own voice.
With fluid motions, the nurses worked smoothly and quickly to prep the patient for Clary. Which is when it hit her. She had never actually put a needle in somebody before. In med school they taught you the steps, but they just worked on cadavers the whole time. She had never even started a regular I.V before so how the hell was she going to do this?
This realization made her panic rise to new and dangerous levels. Her heart was beating freakishly fast, and she was sure that any second now her trembling legs would give out on her.
The nurse handed her the needle and to Clary's surprise, her hands weren't shaky. Ok. Deep breaths. Just find the external jugular vein which should be right below the ear and push the needle in, that's all.
Slowly but surely, Clary stuck the needle into the vein and managed to get it in the right place. Thank you Jesus almighty halleluyah. She wasn't exactly what you would call religious, but she felt like somebody needed to be praised right now.
Once the epinephrine was in, Clary shocked the patient at 360 once more, and to her enormous relief the patient's heart rate started again, and her blood pressure was rising. She was also breathing for herself now which was definitely a good sign.
Clary released a big breath and felt her heart rate go down a little. She pushed away a stray curl that was sticking to her face. Her legs were still as shaky as ever but she could feel a small smile creeping up on her lips. I did it. I actually did it.
And then, seemingly out of nowhere, something changed in the room. Clary couldn't put her finger on what it was, but it drastically changed the ambience, the environment in the room just seemed different.
And then she noticed it. There was a sort of light coming from the opposite end of the room near where the door was. When Clary turned her head to see what it was, she noticed that it wasn't a light but rather a person.
The most god-damn attractive person Clary had ever seen.
There leaning against the door frame was the most exquisite man Clary had layed eyes on before. He just had a sort of golden aura around him. Golden skin, golden hair, and were those golden eyes? Who the hell had golden eyes? It was a quality that was so unique Clary just couldn't divert eyes- even if she wanted to. His features were seemingly perfect. Since she really couldn't look away she felt a small blush creep on her cheeks and she silently cursed herself for being so pale and freckly.
She was so lost in her thoughts that when Nurse Jessamine exclaimed "Dr. Herondale!" Clary almost screamed herself, breaking her out of her thoughts.
Nurse Jessamine ripped the gloves off of her hands and started smoothing down her blond hair. Although, from what Clary could tell, this man wasn't even paying attention to Nurse Jessamine. He seemed to be staring directly at her.
He had a cool look in his eyes, which made it almost impossible to tell what he was thinking. When he finally spoke, it was directed at her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to my patient?"
Clary felt as if a bucket of ice cold water had just been thrown on her. "Wha? Um, well, I she…"
"is my patient" he replied a little more harshly than Clary would have liked. "Get your hands off my patient."
Clary realized that she still had her hands on the patient's chest. She was about to move them, but then she thought Hey, I was the one who saved her life, not him. Where was he when she nearly died? Who even was this guy? For all I know he could just be a lousy doctor who…. Well he doesn't look very lousy….no! You saved this woman.
Dr. Herondale took about 6 steps further until he was right next to Clary.
"What are you deaf? Get your hands off of my patient. Back. Off." He said, annunciating the words slowly and clearly as if she were a little stupid child.
Gathering any bits of confidence she had, she replied with "I was the one who saved her while you were nowhere to be found. So, I believe you're the one who needs to back off."
She was truly getting angry now. She couldn't believe this guy. Who the hell did he think he was?
She noticed that he was staring at her with a raised eyebrow and a look that could only mean he thought she was insane. What? Did he think that every girl was going to obey his every wish and command just because he was so dreamy?
He was looking at her like it was the first time someone had defied him before.
Clary decided that she couldn't even look at him anymore so instead she looked at whatever was in front of her – which happened to be Nurse Madeleine on the other side of the bed who was staring at her like she actually was insane. Her eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
"Who are you?" he asked, and when Clary turned her head she saw that there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. But his tone definitely gave away that he was angry.
"I'm Cl- Dr. Fray " Clary corrected, trying to seem as professional and cold as possible.
He just stared at her as if saying 'and'
"I've never seen you before."
"Well this hospital is really big" Clary replied hoping he would buy the lie. Well it really wasn't a lie. The hospital was really big and she was a doctor ….
Noticing that he was the one asking all the questions, she asked "Who are you?"
She heard a little gasp who she identified as Nurse Jessamine's. "How do you not know who he is?" She practically shrieked. She was looking at Clary with literal concern.
"To answer your question" he said smoothly, "I'm Doctor Jace Herondale. The head of Cardiac Surgery."
Well Shit.
Now that Clary thought about it, she realized that this was the Dr. Herondale. One of the best and most famous cardio-thoracic surgeons in the country.
This was awkward.
"Really? I-"
"Which you should know," he said crossing his arms. "Which you would know, you know if you actually worked here."
How could he see through her lie so easily? She knew she was a bad liar but wow this was a new record for her.
Nurse Jessamine butted in (once again) and said, panicked "She told us that she was a doctor here! She said that she wasn't on call but she came back to check on a patient I swear Doctor Herondale I swear really, I can't even believe this, I knew something wasn't right I promise I won't let it happen again oh my God!"
When Clary looked back at him she swore she saw a touch of annoyance in his eyes, but c'mon who wouldn't be annoyed by this nurse? Or maybe he was actually annoyed at her. She couldn't tell.
Once Nurse Jessamine stopped rambling, he said what Clary assumed he'd been wanting to say the whole time.
"You had no business touching this patient, nor will you ever touch one of my patient's again." He said, his temper on the rise.
Clary's green eyes widened fractionally, she was preparing herself for the big storm coming ahead.
"Now I realize what you are. You're an intern aren't you? A freaking intern. Bottom of the surgical food chain. Do you know what would have happened if this patient didn't make it? This hospital could have been sued and it would be my ass on the line. Not yours! My name and reputation, not yours." His voice was almost venomous and he was pointing a very pissed off finger at Clary. He was staring at her with such rage that Clary had to put her hands in a fist to prevent her from slapping it off.
At this point she was fuming, she literally had to look down at herself to make sure actual smoke wasn't coming off her body. Ok, maybe she shouldn't have been in here, but she was the one who saved this woman's life! She should get some credit. She didn't care if this guy was the head of Cardio, she was being extremely disrespected.
Her head was practically spinning from all the anger she felt bubbling inside of her. She stormed out of the room because she knew that if she had stayed in there for a second longer she would have done something really awful and she couldn't afford to be in any more trouble than she probably already was in.
Great. The head of Cardio hates her now. There went her dream of becoming a cardio-thoracic surgeon.
He was probably going to go complain about her to the chief of surgery and then, she was sure she'd be cut from the program.
This was going to be a disaster.
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Here are the definitions of the words that were in bold:
Coding: When someone is coding it usually means they are going into cardiopulmonary arrest. (Like your heart stopping)
Defibrillator: A device that uses electrical currents to shock your heart into its normal electrical impulses.
Code team: A team of people that rush to wherever there is a code to try to resuscitate the person. (Bring them back to life basically)
Epinephrine: This is the drug that you hear on Grey's anatomy when they say "Push one of epi!" It's basically another term for adrenaline. It acts quickly to improve breathing, stimulate the heart and raise blood pressure.
EJ: Stands for external jugular. (Just a vein in your neck)
I'm going to try to not make this super-duper medically lol.
