If everyday were the same, nothing would ever be different,
We'd be stuck with whatever we're dealt with, until the day we die.
"Stevens, you're with Shepherd today. Karev, you're on Montgomery's pregnant case. O'Malley and Yang, Dr Torres and Grey, you're with Andrew MacBell; he's back again," Dr Bailey directed her interns, "now!"
Scattering across Seattle Grace, the interns hurried to find their newly assigned patients.
"Hello Dr Stevens," Dr Shepherd announced as Izzie walked in the room. Sitting, presumably, on her mother's lap was a red head girl who looked around the age of five or six. "I'd like you to meet Josaline Walker. What does her chart say?"
"Umm, Josaline Walker, presented with migraines. CT scans reveal what seems to be a stick of some sort, more likely a splinter, embedded in her skull," Izzie read off the charts, whilst Josaline played with Derek's stethoscope.
Nodding, Derek replied, "What are the risks of the splinter not being removed?"
"There is a chance it may be pressing upon her Cerebellum and could cause permanent brain damage. There's also a risk of haemorrhaging," Izzie informed, sifting through her knowledge of the dangers of cases involving foreign objects.
"Proceed with a central line and find out how it got in there."
"Okay, Josaline, I'm just going to put this little needle in your arm to stop your head from hurting," whilst distracting Josaline with questions about her favourite colours and toys, Izzie carefully inserted the drip in her arm and continued to monitor her.
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"Hey Andrew, how is it going today?" Meredith greeted her patient. Andrew had been in and out of hospital for the past few years due to Kidney failure. Meredith would be able to recognise the wispy grey hair and pale green eyes of that sixty year old anywhere.
"I'm very good, Dr Grey. How was your night off? I saw you getting a little bit friendly with that brain surgeon, Dr Shepherd I think. You aren't getting yourself into anything you shouldn't be, are you?"
Blushing slightly, Meredith recalled the day before, during which Derek had slipped in hidden kisses, or so they thought, throughout the day. It made it very hard to concentrate on rounds and sutures when Dr McDreamy's lips kept popping up like they had.
"Can you keep a secret, Andrew?" Andrew nodded, leaning in to Meredith, "well, Dr Shepherd is actually my boyfriend, but don't tell anyone; the only person in this hospital that knows is everyone." Andrew chuckled quietly but winced from the movement. "Guess what, Andrew? We have found you a brand shiny new Kidney."
Andrew Macbell's reaction was one you could expect from any sixty year old man who's Kidney's began failing when he was only in his twenties. Although he didn't join the transplant list until he was fifty-five. Being blood type AB negative, getting a new Kidney from an anonymous donor is quite an achievement.
"Thankyou, Dr Grey, thankyou. Oh! And I promise I won't tell anyone about you and the boyfriend. You have my word," Andrew promised, smiling like a child at Christmas.
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But imagine if we were dealt with something,
That we couldn't just get rid of,
Imagine if we were stuck with it until the day we die.
So, Karev, you're stuck with me again, I see?" Addison Montgomery smiled when Alex entered the room.
"Unfortunately, yeah," Alex joked. "I hear we've got a pregnant case? Anything good? Quads? Conjoined twins?"
Shaking her head, Addison opened the door to the next room, revealing a heavily pregnant girl that could be no more than fifteen. "Karev, Emily Livedon. Emily, Dr Karev. Emily is fourteen and pregnant with twins. She's thirty-six weeks and we're keeping her under observation so, if needed, we can do an emergency Caesarean." Addison left the room and gave Emily's charts to the nurses. Alex followed.
"So, what's the deal? Why aren't her folks here?" Alex queried.
"They don't know. When Emily got pregnant at just thirteen, she asked if she could move to a boarding school, to improve her studies, and the parents complied. Don't ask me why, but it seems she'd prefer to do this entirely alone, than let anyone know. I want you to monitor her, Karev. Page me if there's any sign of foetal distress."
Alex watches Addison as she walks down the hall, but his attention travels to Izzie, who's leaning against the opposite side of the nurses station, staring dreamily into room 416.
"Damn it, Izzie," Alex thought, walking around to her, "don't go falling for a patient again. We don't need a repeat of Denny."
"Hey, Iz, what's so lovable in there that's got you goggling like tha– O'Malley?!" Alex burst out.
Blushing deeply, Izzie shook her head at the accusation and scampered off, staring at her feet.
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Not everything we're dealt with is a problem,
Sometimes it may even be a blessing in disguise,
But even if a problem, isn't a problem anymore,
You may still be stuck with it forever.
"Geez, what did she do to herself? Is she a stunt double or something?" George said wide eyed, after seeing Mackenzie Atherton's x-rays.
"No, O'Malley!" Callie Torres made it quite obvious that she hated her ex-husband for cheating on her with his best friend/room mate/ colleague. "Why would a seventeen year old girl with Calcium deficiency be a stunt double? Why? Did she want to fracture her pelvis in fourteen different places? No, she is not a stunt double!"
"How would you like us to proceed, Dr Torres?" Cristina said, breaking the awkward silence, keeping out of Callie and George's personal problems.
"O'Malley, book an OR, Yang, prep her for surgery; you'll be scrubbing in." And with that Callie left the room, leaving Cristina ecstatic and George dumb-founded.
"Wh-what? You get to scrub in and I don't?"
"Well," Cristina said wearily, "you did cheat on her with Izzie...." Cristina stopped talking abruptly as Mackenzie screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Mackenzie had her hands pressing on her pelvis; in obvious pain.
"She must've tried to sit up. Mackenzie, I need you to calm down! I know it hurts but I'm going to give you some morphine to stop it, okay? George, page Callie and book an Or, now!" Cristina ordered.
George ran out into the corridor, fumbled with his pager and sent it flying down the hall. Quickly picking it up and paging Callie, George checked the OR board and booked Mackenzie n OR at 1600; five minutes.
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But sometimes, whether it's a good luck or not,
Will mean that whatever you're unfortunately dealt with,
May result in the end of your life,
Or may result, in something worse, something you'll have to live with.
"She picked Cristina and not me! I know for a fact that we could both be of use in the OR, but because of one....silly....mistake...." George dazed off as Izzie walked out into the cafeteria with a Caesar salad, "....well, um, yeah. I really hate Cristina right now!"
George stuffed his mouth with his egg and lettuce sandwich; only to spit it back onto his tray a second later. "Urggh! This is gross. I'm gonna go and find a case that I'll actually get to do something in." George pushed his tray away and walked off. Izzie flashed him a smile that was bedazzling, before blushing softly and changing the subject.
"So, guess what? My Neuro-patient with Shepherd, has a two-inch splinter in her head that they supposedly didn't know about," Izzie boasts. "How could you not notice a two-inch splinter going into the back of your skull?"
"Did you ask 'em what they know?" Alex asked, his mouth full of hotdog.
"They probably do know, but don't wanna admit how it happened. Like my guy, Andrew MacBell, he's in his sixties and he only got put on the donor list for a new Kidney five years ago," Meredith filled the others in on her case.
"So?" Alex demanded.
"So, his Kidneys have been failing for forty years and he only notified someone about it five years ago. Doesn't that sound dodgy to you?" Meredith sighed.
CRASH!!!
On the other side of the cafeteria, the new intern who just transferred from Mercy West, Stef Harlow, had tripped over and sent her tray splattering. Alex, Izzie and Meredith ran over to see how she was, seeing as the cafeteria was practically empty.
"Stef, are you okay?" Izzie said frantically, as she knelt quickly beside her, after Stef let out a blood curdling scream. "Stef, I need you to tell me what hurts."
And then she saw it, as Stef raised her left hand, which was coated in and quickly oozing blood. There was a knife that had gone through her hand. They now understood why she was screaming. As soon as Izzie tried to examine Stef's hand, Stef thrashed it about as she pulled herself away from Izzie's grasp.
The next scream was not from Stef; it was from Meredith.