They're not interns anymore, I know that, but there's other residents and yeah. They'll always be the interns to me. So yes, this is a small writing exercise to get me back into the world of writing, seeing I haven't written anything for nearly two years. The shame! There'll be a vignette for each intern, possibly more if I feel like it. I'll probably update every few days but don't expect much. Here's the first, I don't love it, but then again, I'm not aiming for a masterpiece. xD
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She held the tiny, wailing infant at arms' length, just like she had held everyone else in her life. Until, of course, his father had come along and made her love someone for once, and then he'd left her at the altar and it had all been broken. Cristina had seen him again, only once since he'd left her and resigned, at a chance meeting at a conference. A few drinks led to something more, and here she was, nine months later, with a baby in her arms. Burke and his stupid boy penis, always getting her pregnant. Stupid boys, like Bailey had said, they sucked the life out of you, even right from the very beginning.
Cristina had scheduled an appointment with the clinic. She'd scheduled three, in case cases came up and she missed them. But life as a resident was even harder than life as an intern and she'd been screwed anyways.
She had trouble thinking of a name for him, with his soft mocha skin and head full of coarse black curls and tiny hands curled delicately into fists. Cristina Yang didn't do fluffy and cuddly, which was why she wasn't a pediatrician (not that she'd go into it anyways, not enough prestige or money) and why she'd never given a thought to a potential name. She had kept working straight through her pregnancy, determined to not even think about the life growing inside of her. But he'd been alive for three days now and enough was enough.
Cristina grasped the pen in her hand and scribbled "Isaac Preston Yang" onto the birth certificate in her chicken-scratch, doctor's handwriting, and handed it to the nurse. He (no, Isaac, mentally corrected herself,) was a part of both of them, and his name deserved to reflect that.
