Chapter One

A Great Day

"Seriously?! Fucking great Mer" I yell at myself while I try to clean up the freshly coffee stain I just created in my shirt. My first day at this bloody hospital and I am already making a mess of it. Or well, of myself. Whatever. It is Monday now, I still have a hangover from last night and it is my first day at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Yes, that's right...this used to be my mother's hospital before she decided to vanish. She co-owned it with some Sloan guy. He was quite the surgeon my mom kept telling me. A cardiothoracic surgeon, which basically means he fixes hearts, lungs and other 'chest' organs. I never found a thing about him. Guess he was just good in bed or so. Good for you mom! Anyway, the Sloan guy died six years ago of a heart attack in the middle of his O.R. Kind of ironic, isn't it?

You will probably all be wondering why I have to be an intern and start at the very beginning of this surgical food chain? I mean, my mom used to own this place. And I have her skills, right? Well, welcome to my life were nothing ever goes as it is planned. Or as I have planned it.

My name on this building is big. Way to big. It is as huge as the word 'hospital'. I stare at it for a moment and then I realize it. Ha! Funny mom. Always in for some wrong humor. See...now it says GREY Sloan memorial HOSPITAL. See what she did there: GREY S HOSPITAL. The woman was or freaking brilliant or absurdly insane..

My stomach turns as I stand in front of the building. I feel like I might vomit in the next two minutes, but then a young woman bumps into me. "Sorry" she says as she walks in. Laughing. What is it about hospital staff having that much fun?

Guess I am going to find out. I breathe three times and then I start walking. The doors open automatically, which is nice. As I walk in I see a lot of white. White walls, white desks. Even the people look white. Too white. Are they okay?

Then I am approached by a young men. He looks a bit nerdy with his dark red sweater and his way to neat hairdo. He introduces himself as George. George O'Malley. He gives me some information about the hospital such as a map of the floors, a information sheet with the rules and the name of a resident I have to find. Miranda Ba...? Something. Apparently she goes by the nickname 'Nazi', which honestly, gives me the creeps.

I do as George told me and take the elevator to the fourth floor. I watch the lights jump from one, to two and further. The elevator stops at the third floor. I watch nurses get out and a surgeon come in. Oh lord. He is beautiful! He smiles at me with the most gorgeous smile I have seen in a long, very long time. My body instantly reacts. As an automatic reaction I straighten my back and lower my shoulders.

He looks at me and for a moment I completely forget everything I was worrying about. The coffee stain, my hangover, my mother's name on the building. Everything seems right. Our eyes meet and continue to keep focus on one another. And for a moment I think that maybe, maybe, this is going to be a great day after all.