Hey guys! First Grey's Anatomy Fanfic! There a more chapters to come, so stay tuned!
I heard the faint sound of the car starting and leaving the driveway.
Finally, peace and quiet, I sighed. I cracked open some iced tea and snuggled into the warm, light brown fiber couch. My family had turned their garage into a den, so I rested there, on the couch, in the insolated heat of the Californian sun. Most people would puke from the heat, but I found it pleasant.
Additionally, I snuggled under a woolen blanket and popped on the telly. I turned it to a channel where I could watch reruns of the earlier seasons of Grey's Anatomy. Something I could enjoy, but could also fall asleep to as I had already seen them all. Plus, the older episodes were much happier and they had George in it. I loved George.
I felt my eyes slowly close as Derek and Meredith were kissing or something. It was probably somewhere in season 4 or 5. I took one last sip of my iced tea, which was a brand I've never heard of, and fell asleep to George fighting his inferiority complex and whatnot.
I woke up to hear rhythmic beeping and cold, thin bed sheets. Shit. I must've gotten in a terrible accident, or perhaps I fell off the couch and hit my head and my mom, being the helicopter parent that she was, took me to the hospital. I sat up slightly and looked around. I was definitely in the hospital, but where were my mom and family?
I tried to get up when I glanced at my hand. And then my arm. And then I stood up. I am not this tall. A nurse spotted me and came running in.
"Excuse me, Miss, please lie back down, the doctor will be in to see you shortly," She tried to lead me back to the bed.
Should I play along? I've always thought that if I wake up and feel completely different and don't know what's going on, I probably have amnesia and should try to hide it so that it's easier for my friends and family. But this was just a nurse, so…
"Where the hell am I? Sorry I didn't mean to yell, but…What happened to me?! Did the garage ceiling fall on me or something? Am I dying? How long have I been in a coma?" I could feel a panic attack coming on.
The nurse petted (yes petted) my arm and gently pushed me onto the bed so that I was sitting down.
"Please Miss, the Dr. Shepherd is on his way." That didn't answer my questions. It's not like I'm asking you to explain the theory of relativity to me, lady. W-wait, did she say Dr. Shepherd?! Cool, I have a doctor whose last name is Shepherd. I couldn't wait to tell my best friend that I had met a Dr. Shepherd.
I nodded and lay back down. The nurse checked a few things and then wandered out. I wonder if the doctor is male or female. Too bad they aren't a brain surgeon, right?
Just then Dr. Shepherd entered my room. The Dr. Shepherd. With the hair and the puppy dog look and the- the- the famous neurosurgeon on Grey's Anatomy, Dr. Shepherd.
"Nice to see you're awake, Miss Green. It's a beautiful morning," he greeted me. Me, he was talking to me. My teeth clenched together keeping my jaw from dropping and my eyes bugged out. This was the best, most vivid dream ever! I loved the new sleeping pills I was on!
Haha, Dr. Shepherd better watch out. Who knows what the mysterious 'Miss Green,' will do? More chapters to come. I really appreciate comments. They make my day. Doesn't have to be long, just take 10 seconds. Or not, I'm just happy if you enjoyed it. Thanks you guys! You rock!
