Bella POV

I hate my stupid, cheap apartment here in Seattle. It's always loud, so I can barely sleep most nights, and it's usually bright. I'm an intern at Seattle Grace Hospital. My annoying Resident is constantly keeping me on call. Why do I even bother leaving the hospital? I only sleep every so often at home. If he wasn't an amazing doctor, I would make my ex-gang member of a neighbor take him out. Stupid Carlisle and his surgical perfection. It's so annoying how he's always sipping coffee, but his teeth are perfectly white. As strange as this sounds, when he's around, I dread the OR. I chug one of the massive Super America coffees in my fridge. I don't even want to know how old it is. Stupid Charlie. Telling me I should go into the Medical field. Yeah, well who's sleep deprived now? Me. I'm tired, but I can't let it show. In a couple months, I'll be done doing the worst work here. I'll be moving up. Did I forget to mention, when Carlisle isn't harping, Dr. Sheppard won't shut up about his issues with Meredith and the She Sheppard. Do I look like a therapist? No. I look like a tired intern who is so tempted to carry around a scalpel so she can stab the stupid ones. . .

Here at Seattle Grace, every one is so nice. Even Evil Spawn. He's not so evil anymore, though. I feel sorry that Dr. Bailey's other interns aren't done with the program yet. Especially Izzy, after Denny I felt so terrible. It wasn't her fault. No ones fault, actually. But, I'm moving ahead in the world. I'm ready to crush some intern soul. Not like I want to make people sad, I'm so done being crap here.

Ah, yes, the She Sheppard, here to make me look after all her super pregnant patients, while she flits from OR to OR, changing lives. Well, I should give her more credit. It's the most likely fermented coffee talking, honest. Here she comes, oh, but not if Car-weasel gets to me first. I'm like a pathetic little wildebeest being chased by two doctor-lions.

"Swan," Carlisle taps me on the shoulder as I try to walk away from both of them. "I'd like you to do labs. Before you do labs, I want you to do rounds down this hallway.

"You know that it's 3:30 in the morning, right?"

"Fine then, do rounds, then you can have the rest of the day off."

"Thanks, I think." I say, reluctant to show my boundless appreciation.

"You're gonna go home and sleep. Right?" he says reassuringly.

"No," I say sarcastically, "I'm gonna go to a club, get smashed and sleep with some random guy, then get Ciph like O' Malley."

"Hey, I'm right here, and it wasn't a one-night-stand. I was going out with Olivia!" George defended himself. Poor George, my punching bag. Only when the coffee talks, though.

"I only meant the Ciph part, George."

"Oh." he said, flatly.

I hate rounds desperately. I really do hate them with a passion. Let's see, what's on the docket for today? First on the list is Room 2367. Fantastic, that means I have to deal with Mr. Robertson, I'm really surprised he's not dead yet, or maybe I'm surprised the nurses haven't 'accidentally to give him his pills'.

"Mr. Robinson?" I knock on the door frame, the door is already open, but it's out of respect. Great. One thing I've learned while sittin' at the bottom of the food chain.

"Whadda you want from me? I'm sick of all you phonies knockin' on the door frame an' actin' all nice and crap." The rotten little slime yelled from his bed.

You better watch out or you'll end up in the ICU with an unstable pulse and an IV stuck up your…

"Hello, Ms Swan. I trust you're getting your work done as, assigned." Car-weasel smiled patronizingly, then sipped his stupid coffee.

You can share a bed with Mr. Robinson in the ICU. Whaddya say, weasel face? I thought quite angrily, but plastered a fake smile on my face and said, "Of course."

"Bella, you look awful. I've reconsidered. Take the rest of the day off. You need to rest up. I want you to scrub in on a very important surgery tomorrow.

Is it the one where we take the scalpel out of your cold, shriveling heart?

"Thank you so much, doctor. This means so much to me."

"Off you go. I'm very busy today."

As I walked out of Room 2367, I heard a voice from behind me.

"Bella, do you have a minute? You see, Meredith is sending me mixed signals an I was wondering if you could help me out a little." It was clear now, it was Derek. Who else wanted to talk to me about Meredith every second possible? He walked faster, trying to catch up with me. I didn't turn around, though. I could hear the speed in the clicking of his shoes. "Hey, Bella? Did you hear me?"

"Sorry doctor Sheppard, I've been dismissed for the rest of the day, and I need to catch up on my sleep. Doctor Cullen wants me in on an important surgery." I said, walking quickly so I could get away from him faster than I'd usually need to.

"But Bella!" he said desperately.

"Look." I said turning around abruptly, which stopped him in his tracks. "It's very out of line for me to say this, but it's Thursday, and I've only slept ten hours since Monday. I need to go. I don't have time to talk to you about your stupid little issues."

"Okay." He said, shrugging off my firm words. "Sorry for bugging you." And with that I left the hospital, then went back to my ever freezing cold apartment.