Save Me

The slate will soon be clean

I'll erase the memories

To start again with somebody new

Was it all wasted?

All that love?

Chapter 1: Happiness at Last

"Charging!"

"Clear," A loud thump was heard as the doctors moved around the body and frantically tried to shock live into this man.

"Ginny!" A doctor yelled, "Move!" He moved past her as she was shoved aside. She felt stiff, her first surgery after medical school and they were getting a patient with a failing heart. Why me? She asked.

"Charging to 40," a doctor yelled, the familiar static resounded and then she heard the familiar word.

"Clear!" She cringed as the patient thumped against the operating table. She rushed forward and checked the monitor; the lines were moving up and down, the familiar appearance of a living person.

"Pulse is weak," she said checking his wrist. The main surgeon of this case turned to her.

"Patient isn't ready for this surgery; we'll have to wait until his heart is a little stronger. We don't have much time. Ginny, I want you to come with me; we'll talk to the family and tell them that they need to consent to the first treatment option." Ginny nodded, flushed.

"Okay," said Ginny moving towards the exit. She was almost completely out of breath, being a surgical intern was hard! She stepped into the outer chamber and removed her mask and disposed of her blood covered gloves. She then fought with the rope on the back of her scrubs. Dr. Isaac Greenfield stepped out behind her doing the same. He was a tall 49 year old African American, chief general surgeon for Cincinnati's Christ Hospital. Grey and white dominated his once jet black hair. He smiled at her.

"So, Warren, what did you learn?" he asked as they stepped into the hall. She smiled.

"When the heart monitor starts beeping quickly like that, move out of the way," said Ginny. Greenburg laughed.

"Good, I wish we had a better surgery, but you did fine." He turned to the waiting room where the patient's family was waiting.

"Mr. and Mrs. Grey, I'm sorry, but your son can't take the surgery to his leg, I would suggest that treatment we talked about earlier,' said Greenfield. Mrs. Grey looked up at the sky, tears poured down her cheeks. Mr. Grey took a sigh, not looking any better.

"What happened in there?"

"He suffered from a cardiac arrest when we went to take out the clot," said the surgeon.

"He's only sixteen; he can't have a heart attack," exclaimed Mrs. Grey. Dr. Greenfield sighed loudly.

"Look, Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey, your son isn't a normal sixteen year old boy. He has a heart problem and a giant blood clot in his leg. We have to amputate it."

"But he's such a good basketball player," said Mrs. Grey, "He's the only reason that his team is doing well this season, he's going to the NBA."

"Prosthetics have come a long way, I'm sure we can find him a leg that suits his needs, otherwise he will never be able to even walk, let alone play," said Ginny. Dr. Greenfield turned to her; a small smile was on his face. Filled with confidence, Ginny continued, "Have you even seen some of the things that modern prosthetics can do, we can even make it look like his normal leg!" She went up to the mother. "Please, Mr. and Mrs. Grey just trust us on this one." Mrs. Grey looked into her eyes and nodded.

"Okay," she said. Mr. Grey nodded as well.

"Yeah, please, make sure our boy lives," said Mr. Grey. Ginny and the surgeon nodded. They turned and walked towards the operating room.

"I'm proud of you Warren," said Dr. Greenfield. Ginny smiled. "You'll be a great surgeon; do you know what kind of surgery you want to go into?"

"I'm thinking either neurosurgery or general," replied Ginny.

"You'll be fine, good work out there."

"Thanks Greenfield," said Ginny.

"No problem kid." They both parted ways, and Ginny removed the surgical cap she was wearing. As she fixed her hair, she felt an arm pull her into a small utility closet. She saw two eyes staring intently at her.

"Roger!" She exclaimed. Dr. Roger Milford stared back into her eyes and caressed her face.

"Hey Gin," he said, "You haven't been answering my calls." Ginny looked down.

"Roger, look, last night. I'm sorry," she said, "I've been really busy today, and last night, well…"

"Didn't it mean anything to you?"

"Yes, I mean, no, but—"

"Yes or no?"

"Yes," said Ginny, "It did, I hope I don't sound like an idiot," she looked up into his eyes.

"No, Ginny, you don't. And just to prove how much you don't, I want to take you out to dinner tonight. We can meet in the lobby at eight?" He asked. Ginny nodded.

"Yeah, I'd like that," she said. Just then, Roger's pager started buzzing. He picked it up and looked at the small plastic instrument.

"God damn them! They just can't do that to my patient!" He looked up and back at Ginny, "Sorry, Ginny, I've got to take care of this. I'll meet you in the lobby at eight," said Roger. He blew her a kiss and stepped out of the closet. Ginny smiled sadly, she sat on an overturned bucket and stared out. Dr. Roger Milford, 32 year old cardiologist, he was very handsome. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and the kindest smile she had ever seen in her life. Ginny felt warm every time she saw him, like he was right for her. And after their seven months of friendship, they had finally acted on their feelings the night before at a huge hospital gala. Although they were completely drunk, it felt right. But so did Harry, a voice inside of her head said. No, she couldn't think about Harry, she had run away from that life ten years ago, she was 27 now, she couldn't think about something that had happened so long in the past. It was all over, thinking about it would only hurt her. She took a deep breath and stood up, its all or nothing; she thought to herself and went back into the word she was immersed in for so long. She was really happy now, or so she thought.

AN: So you got this far! Yay! Hope you like it, this is a huge new idea, I was inspired while watching Grey's Anatomy...but it has really nothing to do with Grey's Anatomy (other than they are all doctors, haha). But anyways, I have a story arc for this, and also, I have plans for this story. You should get an update once a week. Please review, you aren't required to, but it helps me, and if you have any aspect you want to fix, please tell me. It would be so nice. Well, thanks for reading!