Jo prided herself on spontaneity. She was one who secretly loved the clichés of living life to the fullest; however she'd already begun to regret her impulsive idea of running to Seattle Grace.
Running to work had opened her eyes to the beauty of Seattle like no car ride could, as she past the old couple who walked hand in hand and the children who played football in the street. Sometimes Jo found herself wondering if it was worth it, if the people she helped stich back together would die a week or a month later in some other fatal incident. Was she only delaying the pain? As she watched the paper boy ride past on his bike and wave to a friendly neighbour it struck her that away from the chaos of the hospital, people were still out their living their lives.
The jog had also opened her eyes to the insane distance her apartment was from the hospital. Her burning chest was screaming for air and she felt the uncomfortable sting of blisters forming on the soles of her feet. She had barely made it halfway and she was already seriously regretting it. Although it wasn't due to her inability to obtain oxygen or the forming blisters that caused her to rethink her decision.
Jo really had to go. It was the type where you have to rush out of the movie five minutes before the end because you couldn't hold on any longer, only to walk back in during the closing credits. Upon leaving her apartment this morning with her scrubs in a back pack slung over her shoulder and a pair of Nike's firmly double knotted on her feet, she hadn't accounted for the extra hour the run would take on her bladder.
Running along the path she began to consider whether or not she should just knock on a random door and ask to use their toilet. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Just as she was about to slow down and choose which house looked the most hygienic, she remembered that Alex lived only a block or so away. Figuring that her bladder could hold on for a little while longer, she poured on the speed and ran like she's never run before. Upon reaching his front door Jo allowed herself a sigh of relief before pounding the door with her fists.
Fearful that someone was trying to break down his door, Alex quickly ran down the stairs frantically trying to pull his shirt over his head. Opening the door he found himself face to face with his intern who was squirming and occasionally hoping from one foot to the other. He took in her appearance and unusual behaviour, quickly piecing together the puzzle.
"Are you drunk?" He stated blatantly, with a bewildered look on his face knowing that they had surgery in a couple of hours.
"What? No. I just really really need to borrow your bathroom," she pleaded whilst trying to push past, rather unsuccessfully seeing as he was blocking the doorway.
"Wilson, tell me you didn't get kicked out of your apartment and have to resort to using someone else's toilet."
She furrowed her eyebrows and gave him her best condescending look. "Don't be a jerk Karev, just let me borrow your bathroom."
"Use the hospitals," He said, finding amusement out of her begging him.
"I ran here!" she was starting to panic. "I'm not going to make it."
Smirking at her, Alex shut the door in her face as he said, "not my problem."
Jo hopped from one foot to the other, staring at the door opened mouth. He did not just close the door in her face. They hadn't been friends for long, but she'd assumed that he would at least let her use the bathroom. She resumed frantically Banging on the door, "Alex don't be such a douche, let me in!"
Behind the door, Alex was leaning against the frame chuckling quietly to himself. For once in their friendship he felt like he was in control, he was calling the shots. Of course he wasn't going to let her suffer out there for too much longer, just until she stopped cursing him. The knocking had ceased for a minute or two and Alex being the great guy that he is, figured it was time he let her in, however once he opened the door Jo was nowhere in sight. Confused, Alex shut the door although not before her heard the bathroom door shut in his upstairs bedroom.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself as he ascended the stairwell. "Yang you have your own bathroom! Keep out of mine."
He walked into his bedroom to find Jo walking out of his bathroom wiping her hands on one of his shirts.
"Wilson?" He looked at her in disbelief. "How did you get up here?"
Glaring at him, she flickered her eyes to the open window and the tree just beyond. "No thanks to you."
With that Jo chucked his shirt to him and pushed past to continue her run to the hospital.
Stunned, Alex barely recovered to say, "See you in surgery" before she left his house.