Attending...I can't feel this way about an attending. Attendings are the gods of this hospital. Owen was a god. No. No. He's not a god. He is my attending. No, wait AN attending. Not my attending. What am I going to do? I sighed.
"Hey, are you okay?" Lexie asked. I came back to the real world, and stopped thinking aboout Owen.
"Oh, uh, yea.. yes. I'm fine." She looked at me like I was a nut and continued prescribing medicine to her patient. "I am going back to the on-call room, page me if anything pops up." Lexie nodded at me and did her work, smiling.
I slowly walked back to the on-call room, hoping for a code blue. Nothing popped up so i opened the door and went back to sleep. "Ali... Ali... wake up." Someone whispered to me. I forced my tired eyes to open.
"Dr. Hunt?" I questioned.
"You can call me Owen, if you'd like." He smiled that smile I couldn't stop staring at. "Anyway, I have a Percutaneous Nephrolithotomy, you can scrub in. If you want..." He said.
"Yea, I haven't seen one yet," I smiled back.
"Okay. It is scheduled for four o'clock." He left the on-call room and I checked the time. 10:30. My shift started two hours ago, so I had to go. I got out of bed, and pulled on my lab coat. I checked on my patients, and made sure they were all okay. Over all, most of them were stable, but when I got to one of them, he was siezing. Lexie was there, trying to get the siezing under control.
"Hey Lexipedia!" I joked.
"Seriously?" She laughed.
"Ooh guess what? I have a PCNL! Today! At four!" I exclaimed.
"Lucky! That's not fair!" She yelled. "I have to do a bunch of exams!" I laughed, and left the room. I was glad that she was jelous. Not because I got a surgery, because I was the new intern, that wasn't supposed know everything. And I knew more than I was supposed to know as an intern. I loved it. I loved the attention. aI loved the attention from everyone... especially Owen. Owen, Owen, Owen, Owen. Speak of the devil...
"Hey, Ali! Ready for our surgery?" OUR surgery. I liked it!
"Yea, of course. But will I be doing anything? With all due respect, Sheppard said that interns can't do anything. I REALLY want to do something!" I laughed.
"You can do something. If you want you can make the first incision." He suggested.
"Yes! Yay!" I shrieked. "Oh, sorry. I would very much like to make the first incision on our PCNL today." I said very seriously.
"I like you, Thomas." He smiled. I smiled back as he turned and walked away. He liked me. He really liked me. It was probably just as a friend, but he liked me. Which is a whole lot more than I could say about any of my other crushes. I had alot of crushes.
Sooner than later, it was time to scrub in. So I skipped to the scrub room of OR 3. When I got there, the room was being prepped. One of the attendings, his name tag said Alex Korav, told me to prep the patient, so instead of scrubbing in, I met Owen in the patient's room.
"Dr. Thomas! I thought you would be scrubbed in and waiting in the OR." It was protocol to call each other, Doctor.
"Dr. Korav, told me to prep the patient. I just finished." I smiled. He nodded and explained all the risks of the surgery again. He explained that if the patient didn't have this surgery, they would die. The patient understood the risk, so we needed to get started. We rolled her into the OR. "Scalpel." I ordered the scrub nurse. She handed me the surgical instrument.
"Now, make an incision, about one and a half centimeters. Right... there." He pointed right to where I should make the incison. I took the instrument and made a cut, right where I was supposed to. "Dr. Thomas. That was great." He smiled. I watched him do the rest of the surgey in peace, with no complications. It was awesome! He really was a god! I left the OR, after the surgery, and by then it was around eight, and my shift was almost over.
I was about to walk out the spinning doors of the hospital, when Owen steppped in front of me, blocking me from the outside. "Hi." He smiled.
"Hey, you did great today. I love watching you work." Did I really just say that? Oh god, I did.
"You did too. Coming, from a first year, that was a great insision." He said.
"Thanks." I smiled back.
"Do you, maybe, want to get a drink?" He asked. He asked. He asked me if I wanted to get a drink. Like I had to think about my answer.
"Yes!" I answered, a little to fast. "I uh, mean, yea. sure." I laughed. He walked out of the hospital with me.