Sorry for the delay. Someone in my family died so I wasn't in the mood to really do anything, but now I'm here! OK soooo lets continue, I hope you like this one. I worked hard. LISTEN TO THE GREY'S ANATOMY THEME SONG WHILE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER!!! It's makes it so much better. just go on to utube and type it in and wa-lah!

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Hearing the door to the stairwell seem to make everything worse. Why was he here? I mean, the one person that I sleep with in I don't know how many years, is holding me hostage in a stairwell. I peered up to see his eyes smoldering, something I've never seen before. And I was scared.

"Can you stop looking at me like that, it's creeping me out ," my voice was squeaky and unclear.

"This morning it was Edward, now it's Cullen?" the look on his face held confusion.

"This is professional, not personal. This morning was very personal, okay? Can we pretend like this never happened and go our separate ways? Please?" Even as I was speaking, his eyes still held that penetrating gaze that made the world stop. I was getting uncomfortable.

"Whatever floats your boat, or we could just stay here and finish what we started?" He gave me a dazzling crooked grin that made my knees goes weak.

"No we will not. We have a patient to get to, we should go. And stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

I couldn't hold back the blush that creeped up on my face,"Like you've seen me naked."

He chuckled,"But I have seen you naked, with no clothes on what so ever."

I gave out a huff before storming past him, shoving the lab results in to his chest, and slammed the door closed behind me.

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My feet squeaked against the too clean floor as I rushed down the hall. Why did he have to come here? Couldn't he have gone to another world-class training hospital? Was he going to tell someone? I face drained as something finally hit my brain like a bazooka.

Dr. Edward Cullen.

Dr. Esme Cullen.

Chief Carlisle Cullen.

Shit.

Edward must be their son. That's how he was able to get in. Heck anyone with his knowledge could go anywhere. I remember writing an article about him for a surgeon that we admire in college. Great, now if he finds that out, he'll never let me forget that. How could I not realize that he looked just like the person in my report this morning. Because you kept looking at his chest and eyes the whole time... Stop it Bella! You will act professional with him at all times during work hours. But what about after hours...

I shuddered quietly as I began my way up the stairs. I had to be there when he's going to tell Miss. Robinson exactly what she had. My heart started to race as I neared her door. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

"... and so we don't know precisely what's going on inside in your brain, so I'll have Dr. Swan take you down for a CT, MRI, and all those things. OK?" Dr. Cullen's voice sprang into my ears as I snuck in.

"Should we worry about anything?" a woman holding Brittney's hand, probably her mother, asked.

Edward smiled calmly,"Lets not worry until we have to. I have to go, so I'll check up on you later Brittney." He left not even taking a glance at me. I was both confused and grateful. I didn't want him looking or even talking to me right now. I just needed time to think.

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"Did you hear about the solo surgery that one of the attendings pick? I hear that the best intern with the most potential gets to scrub in on an appendectomy. Isn't that cool?" Alice wouldn't stop babbling as we slouched against a gurney. We found an abandoned hallway in the basement that no one walks through. All it carries is extra beds and supplies.

I replied,"Yeah I heard. Isn't Dr. Whitlock picking this year. He's the only attending on call right now so I would guess." When I said his name Alice gave out a sigh of admiration. I haven't even met the guy and already Alice is swooning over him.

"Well there's a new attending that started today. I hear he came from Chicago. I think his name was Dr. Cullen? Anyway, I overheard the nurses talking and found out that he was oh so handsome and intelligent. Didn't you meet him, I mean you are on that brain abnormality with him, right?" I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk that much with only one breath. I gave me a headache.

How was I going to answer her? Yes, I met him actually last night, got drunk on vodka, then slept with him to find out the next day that he's now my new boss! No way, I wasn't. I decided to give out a rational answer,"Yeah I met him. He's seems pretty good, I guess."

"You guess? How could you guess on one of the top neurosurgeons in the world. I would kill to work with him. Let alone scrub in on one of his surgery's."

"Well maybe we are much more different from one another then we thought. I don't want anything to do with him right now," my voice was harsher then I intended it to be.

Her face held confusion,"Well why?"

I tried to keep my face from blushing,"Reasons."

We didn't get a chance to talk anymore as both our pagers went off. "Got to go. My patient needs prep for her surgery. Tell me how yours turns out!" Alice yelled as she jogged down the hall, her black spiky hair swishing from side to side. I looked down at my pager. Brittney Robinson 911. I shot up from my bed and rushed down to get to her room, many many floors above.

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"Excuse me, excuse me!" I panted out as I rushed down the hall to the pale door. I burst through to see. Nothing. No nurses rushing around with needles, no doctors checking her pulse, just Brittney herself sitting there staring at me expectantly, like I was going to do a cool magic trick to entertain her.

"Finally your here! Are you really this slow?"

I let out an angry sigh,"So there's nothing wrong with you? The nurse paged me 911?"

"It took a lot of effort just to get her to pick up the phone. I'm bored. This stupid t.v refuses to work and my parents won't be here for another hour."

Now I was angry,"Listen here. There are sick, tired people in this hospital who need a little peace and quiet. Your are not sick, nor tired so how about you rest and stop bugging me so I can do my job, OK? OK." I didn't let her reply as I marched out of her room.

My anger was still resting in me as Emmett ran up beside me,"Hey, who's your first day so far? Mine was awesome! I had to do sutures in the pit, and I got this girls number, she's this really hot nurse." His face widened with a smile, I laughed, the anger now gone.

"It's been pretty good. I had to yell at my first patient ever, which I feel kind of bad about she deserved it. Do you know what intern is scrubbing in on the appendectomy yet?"

He laughed loudly,"Yeah, want to guess who it is?"

"No."

"It's Rosalie. I mean seriously!" He couldn't hold back a snicker as he said that.

"Well I for one am happy for her. She looks like she'd be a good surgeon, I guess. Do you know when it's supposed to happen? I want to see it.'

He looked at the watch on his wrist,"Um, by the looks of it, it's starting now. Lets go, I want to see if she croaks before even grabbing the scalpel." I slapped the back of his head hard. "Ow! What was that for?"

We walked into the elevator,"For having no gratitude towards her. Dr. Whitlock picked her for a reason, so she must be talented. Just you see."

"Whatever Bella," but he still couldn't help but give a small smile as we exited out the elevator and down to O.R one and quickly rushed through the swinging door, interrupting the conversation everyone was carrying out.

"Twenty bucks says she can't even tell what the scalpel looks like."

"Thirty says she mistakes one of the instruments as a eye lash curler!"

"Forty says she faints when she finds out she actually has to think when performing a surgery."

The gallery was filled with interns and residents making their bets. I couldn't believe it. All they were thinking about was how she was going to mess up or make a remark that would get her internship screwed over. I wanted to slap them all. Hard.

"Sixty tells me she removes the wrong organ, then kills him." That did it.

I walked over to the last empty seat, ironically right in the center where you could see everything, and turned to speak before sitting,"A hundred says she pulls the whole thing off without leaving a scratch." Everyone turned to look at me like I was this rare animal at the zoo. It was hard to keep the blush from blooming out for everyone to see. The looks made me continue,"That's the first intern in the O.R in our class ever. Where's your respect? So what if she a bitch? She could be the greatest surgeon that ever walked in this hospital. Just leave her alone will you?"

I turned to my left to see Emmett trying to hold back from laughing hysterically. I had the urge to smack him in the back of the head and point my tongue out at him but held it back. My anger subsided as Dr. Whitlock came through the washroom, talking to Rosalie,"You ready for this Hale?"

Her eyes held a determined gleam that made me doubt all the bets made early."I'm ready."

"Then lets get started."

She took a deep breath before turning to the surgical nurse,"Scalpel." Cheers behind me almost shook the gallery as the knife was placed in her palm. A small smile escaped me. Kick their asses Rosalie...

Everyone held there breath as she cut through the skin. Sometime during the operation Dr. Whitlock would give instructions,"Cut deeper. Look more closely for the main artery. Pull it out gently."

"It's out." Right as the words left her breath the whole gallery erupted with hoots and hollers. The only thing that quieted everyone was the frantic beeping of the hear monitor and clinking of instruments that brought up the difficulty of the operation. Something went wrong. Very wrong.

"He's crashing!"

Nobody in the O.R moved for a second before the ciaos started. Nurses started to tumble over each other getting IV's and instruments, handing them both to Dr. Whitlock and Dr. Hale. Dr. Whitlock started to speak quickly but clearly,"Calm down Hale and look for what happened. The appendix came out clean so look for any tears or rips in the cavity left."

Rosalie quickly started to searched the body before answering without looking up,"He's bleeding too rapidly, I can't see anything!"

"Then figure out what to do." Her eyes widened as if she realized something obvious.

"Stop the bleeding and close up the secum without putting too much pressure on it or it will brake."

"Don't say it do it." She finally looked up at him for a moment before turning to the nurse.

"Clamp." She managed to stop the bleeding and close up the cavity without any further damage. At the end everyone in the gallery once again cheered. I smiled before turning around and spoke smugly,"I want my hundred dollars. She and I deserve it."

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

I halted to a stop and hastily read the message. Brittney Robinson 911. Dammit Brittney this better not be another trick. I walked through the stairway doors and walked up the stairs to her room. Two can play at that game. I opened the door to her floor and stopped suddenly. Nurses were running with needles and doctors were all over her in her room. I ran in, hearing what they were saying.

"She's having multiple gran-mall seizures. How do you want to proceed?"

I froze, shocked at what happened. I tried to form words but all that came out was blubbish. "You need to tell us what you want to do! Now! Are you listening to me?" I finally came to my senses.

"Page Dr. Cullen and Dr. Cullen! Stat! Fill her with phenobarbital," my voice was hoarse as the nurse pushed a needle into the line.

"Still no change." I froze again. Now what? Think Bella! Think!

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

"She's coding! Code blue!" The crash cart was immediately brought in and handed to me.

For once my voice was strong,"Charge the paddle to 200."

"Charged to 200."

"Clear." My hands shook as the paddle struck her heart.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

Come on Brittney, come on. "Charge to 300."

"Charging to 300."

"Clear."

Bump!

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

"Come on Brittney," I whispered to myself. "Charge to 360."

"Charging to 360."

Bump!

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

The nurse whispered in my ear,"Your supposed to call it after sixty seconds you know."

I ignored her,"Charge again." No one in the roomed move. They didn't want to save her. Damn it. "Charge again!"

"Charging to 360."

Bump.

Silence.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

"VP is stabilizing; she's coming back up!"

At the same moment both Dr. Cullen's ran into the room.

Edward spoke first,"What the hell happened?"

My heart still hadn't started beating normally yet,"She seized, but she's stable now."

"Just go I'll take it from here," he was furious. He charged past me and started checking the patient. Esme looked at me with disappointment and sorrow.

I don't know how I made it out of room but I did. I felt my body go numb with defeat and a flood of memories floating back into my mind.

"Just go, you don't need to be here. Now."

"But Mama!" The girls tears came out of her eyes like a river.

"Have Phil take care of you, you little dim-wit of a child."

"But Mama!"

My back slid down the hospital floor of the basement. The tears brimmed in my eyes, trying to hold them in.

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Slap!

All twenty-seven interns looked down at the patient files scattered on the table. "Why are we even here anyway?" Alice said, looking confused like the rest of us.

"We better not be getting punished or something. I mean, it's our first day and they're already calling all of us in to yell at us? Yeah. Right." We turned to find Rosalie sitting on the table, reading our pocket medical dictionary. I haven't even been working a full shift with her and I can't stand her. Just because she saved a patient from croaking doesn't mean she has to act like a bitch. I mean seriously.

No one got the chance to answer her as we spun around to see Dr. Cullen and well, Dr. Cullen briskly walking to the front of the crowded conference room, to look at us with a look that only man eating polar bears could stand to look at. It was scary. "The patient's name is Brittney Robinson. She's a mystery, not even the chief could figure out what was wrong with her. We need to find out what's causing her seizures. So, here's where you all come in. I need you to be my eyes, play detectives even. She's going to die if I don't name a diagnoses.

"Whoever finds out what's causing these seizures gets the chance of a lifetime. A chance to scrub in on an advanced medical procedure. Dr. Esme Cullen has the files for you and will tell you the patients medical history. If we're going to save this girl's life we have to do it soon. Good luck to you all." No one had the chance to say anything to him as he walked out of the door.

As we shuffled out through the open doors and into the hallway Rosalie came up beside me,"Do you want to work together? If we both find the answer we have a 50/50 chance of getting the surgery. You in?

Why was she even asking me? Weren't we supposed to be sticking out each others tongues and pulling hair? The thought of it almost made me smile, but I answered her instead,"Yeah I'll work with you, but if we find it I don't want in on the procedure. I don't want to have anything to do with Dr. Cullen."

"What do you have against Cullen?" she answered confused.

"If we find the answer the surgery's yours, do you want to work together or not?" I bet my voice sounded irritated. but I hope she didn't notice.

Her face looked appalled,"Deal."

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"What about an infection?"

"No, her white blood count is negative, no fevers... Are you going to tell me anything about you and Cullen?"

As of 2 a.m we have been sulking in the library, trying to find a reason to not kill each other. All of the things we've come up with has turned out to be a negative and has put us in a, if even possible, worse mood. And to top it all off, Rosalie has been on my ass continuously, trying to find the dirty dish on Cullen and I. Fortunately for me, no luck yet.

"Damn it, I thought I had it. No, I'm not," My most rational answer I had and I know she's still going to pry.

"Well we need to find something. I'm not letting this go until you tell me." She looked at me expectantly.

"Fine. But you have to keep your damn mouth shut, got it?" I didnt want everyone in whole hospital to think that I was a slut and only wanted it for surgeries.

She sighed,"O.K. Look in that book on the bottom shelf, we might find something. I'm listening." She pivoted her body toward me and brought her legs to her chest with a book on her knees. How was I going to say this?

"I umm... I slept with him," I muttered quietly, trying not to move my lips and talking low enough so creeping easedroppers didn't stand a chance.

She was speechless.

As was I.

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