Chapter Two
What Just Happened?
You know how since you were kid you've dreamt of becoming a firefighter, a teacher, or maybe a surgeon. I didn't always want to be a surgeon. I wanted to sing. I wanted to see if I could make it out there as musician. Though I knew that was never going to happen. So I decided try to save people by using medicine. Little did I know I'd get to live this small dream faster than I thought I would.
I opened my eyes to see the bright light on the ceiling. I tried to look around but I was strapped on to a bed. I could see the light blue scrubs all around me. Well, more like two of them. Maybe they're taking me to the ER. That piece from my chair did sort of go through my shoulder. Wait, where's Meredith?
I felt I slight grip on my wrist. I couldn't turn, there was a voice talking to me though. "Sam, you're in the hospital. We have a large wound on your left shoulder. We're going to stitch it up for you." Meredith. I could careless about what's happening to me, where's Ben?!
Before I could even ask her, they'd put a mask on me. Everything was getting blurry. That's when everything was gone. It was weird being under. I could hear some of their voices here and there, but I hated that I couldn't see for myself.
An hour later I woke up to see Meredith standing next to my bed. There was also an old man standing next to her. He had grey hair along with a beard, brown eyes, and on his coat it said he was chief of surgery. I blinked a couple of times before I reread it again. I almost jumped up. "Y-you're..."
"Miss Rose," he said with a calm voice, "I'm the chief of surgery, Dr. Webber. I'm here to ask you a question." I felt a lump get in my throat, my palms getting sweaty, and my fingers getting jittery. I didn't know why I was more afraid than I should be excited to see him. That look on his face didn't help.
"Um, okay." He then took a few steps towards the side of my bed. He then looked through some papers on a clipboard.
"Your friend, Benjamin Hughes, had cardiac tamponade, when the cardio and thorastics doctor came in to perform the procedure, she'd noticed that it had already been done. Now the question, did you do that procedure?"
I didn't know what else to do, but simply nod my head. He got a small smile but it slowly faded. Then popped back up again.
"I'm impressed. Now, you just graduated from Med school right," I nodded again, "Oh, the board is going love this!" He then walked out of the room with a huge smile. I looked over to Meredith. She seemed just as confused as me.
"What just happened?" Meredith started to shake her head as if recognizing something. She ran out if the room. I was left there laid out on my bed even more confused. I just rested myself back in the bed.
I didn't know what else to do, but simply try to feel the stitching on the back of my shoulder. It felt as if there were just some minor bumps there, as if it was my own skin. Except for the knot at the end. I lay out on my side, so there'd be no pressure applied to it. It hurt enough as it did. Trying to make myself comfortable, but feeling excruciating pain at the same time is not worth it.
That's when I heard the door open. I turned my head to see it was another doctor. He was about my height, short brown shaggy hair that seemed like had grease, his eyes made me notice that he was like a humble person. He came over while getting the clipboard.
"Hi there, I'm Dr. O'Maley, but you can call me George. Now," he said as he looked at the monitors and back to the chart, "So you're the child prodigy?" I tilted my head in confusion.
"Child Prodigy? What are you talking about?" He just laughed a little while getting the control for the T.V. in my room. Once it turned on he quickly put in on the news. There being showed was not only the reporter, but also the scene where the car crash took place. The reporter was a woman maybe by the age of twenty-three. George turned up the volume.
"Today at the popular teenage hangout, The Usual Spot, a car swerved off the road only to crash into the cafe. Ten people were sent to the hospital and three with minor wounds. Though, a brave girl by the name of Sammy Rose, Stanford University, Med Student graduate saved a boy's life by doing a medical procedure right here on the scene."
I felt my jaw drop while hearing the volume go down. George looked back to me while pointing out the door. "There's sort of like a paparazzi looking for you out there," I sunk down into my covers, "Don't worry though, I'm here to make sure they don't. "
I felt a small smile get on my face. "Thanks, but can you tell me how my friend's doing?" He started to fidget through his pockets until he found his phone. He read a message to me saying the Ben was all right and his friend had an eye on him. I heard him say her name was Christina. That sounded familiar.
"He's asleep now. You can see him in a while." I nodded my head while getting my control to lift up my head so I could sit up. As the bed slowly made its up, I noticed George was acting a little strange.
"Is something wrong?" He shook his head while pacing around. Until finally he sputtered out his words that, I'm guessing, he's wanted to say for a while.
"Um, so your a seventeen year old genius?" I laughed a bit while closing my eyes.
"I guess you could say that. Around third grade I just started answering a lot of questions and being interested in every lesson. Than before I knew it I was a ten year old in college. Well I think I was ten." I opened my eyes to see he had a shocked expression on his face.
"A-amazing," I heard him say under his breath. Then before I knew it doctors started walking in one after another. Thought some were mostly in suits. The chief came back along with Meredith. Whoever these people were in the suits, they seemed like they were pretty high up there.
"Sam Rose, is it?" I nodded while feeling there was some kind of interrogation about to happen. Was it wrong of me to try and save my friend? Then again, I'm not really a certified doctor. Oh crap. Can I go to prison for this? Aw man. I just got out of school. I'm too young for prison! " Graduated in honors on both high school and college. The girl scouted by every regional hospital there is."
"Did I tell you or did I tell," said the chief with a very excited tone. He coughed a bit to clear his throat. More like he's embarrassed from his actions. One of the women in suits came over to my bedside. Right before she was about to speak up, my idiot uncle came in running through my door.
"Sammy!" He ran over to the other side of my bed while pulling me into a tight hug. His now grey shaggy hair being buried in my face, hazel eyes almost filled with tears, and e was dressed in his casual lazy day clothes. Which was a grey sweater with some old tattered jeans. He barely even remembered to put on sandals. I could've been cut from the air if he hadn't let me go a second later. He held me at arms length. "Oh, am I glad to see your okay!" He looked behind him to see all the people in suits staring at him. He looked confused. "May I help you all?"
The woman that was coming up to me before spoke up, "I'm sorry and you are?" He laughed a bit while turning towards her. "I'm her uncle, Spirit Conners." The woman stepped back while looking at him in awe.
"Your the ?" He shook his head while standing up straight.
"Was, I was. I'm retired." That's when the chief started to nod his head.
"Right, you were one of the greatest trauma surgeons we had back then, until you went and resigned." My uncle nodded his head while grabbing hold of my hand.
"Yes, that's around the time I believe she came into my life. I had to take care of Sammy here. Now she's following in my footsteps," I laughed a bit while pulling away my hand.
"Ha, I don't know about becoming a trauma surgeon..." He glared at me while giving me a nuggie. I laughed even more until I remembered the whole surgical board was standing before me. I stopped while getting my serious face on.
"Um, now what was it that all of you came here for?" She nodded her head while looking over to an older man. He nodded while getting on the other side of my bed.
"How would you like to become a surgeon here in Seattle Grace Hospital?" I blinked a couple of times until I gasped a little.
"W-what," said my uncle, Meredith, George, and I in unison. Wait a second, what did he just say?!
Right now was around the time I wished I had stuck to singing, but hearing this was as if I was stuck in a dream that I've always had. I knew that him just saying that wasn't going to make the progress easier. I'm sure there was going to be a lot of paper work and tests for me to take. Though hearing those words felt like my whole world was going to change starting right at that point.