Rose knows exactly how many surgeries she's scrubbed in on with Derek. Rose just so happens to have her grandmother's engagement ring around her neck at all times, even one year after her engagement failed. And her engagement failed for the same reasons that Derek's relationship with Meredith is currently suffering. Something isn't right here.
Could she be more than just his scrub nurse?
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since youve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but its you I cant replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please...
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you...
Thirty-seven surgeries. She had scrubbed in on thirty-seven of his surgeries in the just over a year that he had been working at Seattle Grace. With roughly two surgeries a day for roughly three hundred and sixty-five days, he was in the operating room seven hundred and thirty times and six hundred and ninety-three of those times, she was not with him. From now on, she vowed to be.
There was a lot of lost time for her to make up. Hours and hours on end that he had been standing over an opened brain, looking absolutely delectable in his ferryboat scrub cap and fiber optic magnifying glasses that she was not in his presence. Nights when he would walk out of the hospital doors with either Addison Montgomery-Shepherd or Meredith Grey or even once last week, Sydney Heron. Nights, watching him at Joe's, either with his friends, his ex-wife or that horrid girlfriend of his, whom she called Skeletor.
She had often stayed awake nights, plotting the ultimate destruction of Skeletor. How her heart leapt when she had heard through the grape vine months earlier that the witch had her hand on a bomb. She bought the entire nursing staff coffee when she found that the object of her detest was flatlined on a table in a trauma room after drowning in Elliot Bay. And the object of her adoration was crouched on the floor in tears. She longed to comfort him. To be the one he leaned on in a crisis. For his bright blue eyes to seep tears on her shoulder. She thought she had her chance.
And then the stupid bitch had to wake up. She had to regain a pulse like the immortal monster she was and recapture the one true love of the only woman that would do anything necessary to keep him happy.
On the day of the wedding of which he was the best man, she followed him into the interns' locker room, where she was sure that he was meeting with the ungrateful wench. She hid behind a row of lockers, ready to vomit, as he professed his love for the whore. Calling her the love of his life and saying that he would never leave her. He was naïve. He did not realize what he had so close to him, but yet so far away. For a brain surgeon, he was pretty brainless.
Then her heart sang, as she heard his tone change. "But you're constantly leaving me. You go away when you want, you come back when you want…"
Seventeen days later, on the day after the break in the residency year, she had heard that Skeletor had called the whole thing off. And for the very first time since he had transferred to Seattle Grace, Prince Charming was totally and completely on the market.
Until she witnessed him leaving an on-call room disheveled, with Skeletor leaving that same on-call room, her drab hair tainted by that same sex, only minutes later.
Entirely confused, the pursuer began to delve deeper into the life of Prince Charming, watching every move he made with care. One night, she hid far off in a hallway and admired him from afar as he waited for an elevator. Skeletor came bouncing up to him adorning a giddy smile on her characterless face. Their voices were inaudible for the longest time, until she backed away, her annoying smile now a frown. Then, he spoke.
"I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I want to build us a house. I want to settle down and grow old with you. I want to die when I'm 110 years old, in your arms. I don't want 48 uninterrupted hours. I want a lifetime."
Her heart sank for the slightest minute, until she saw Skeletor back away, obviously frightened by his proposition.
"Yeah, but what if, what if while I'm waiting, I meet someone who is ready to give me what I want from you?"
She was ready. She was ready for marriage and the kids and the house and the settling. She wanted everything he had to offer. She wanted him. She was going to get him.
The next morning, before arriving at the hospital, she paid a visit to the bank. While there, she took her late grandmother's antique engagement ring out of her safety deposit box. She slipped it on a chain, and clasped it around her neck.
That day, she struck up a conversation with her beloved for the first time. She had faith, finally.
That night, when she arrived to her tiny Seattle apartment, she polished the ring. She made it sparkle. She made it noticeable. He was dreamy. He would notice.
And she knew exactly what to say when he did.