OK GUYS: I still don't own Grey's Anatomy… so… yeah. Fourth chapter. Enjoy. Hope you like cliffhangers!

Four weeks later, it was as if Danielle had grown up at Seattle Grace. She knew everybody and everything that went on at the hospital. She knew to stay away from Christina, who hated kids. She had become friends with all the nurses, including the wacky, hyper Rachel.

One day, after getting her free lunch by telling Olivia that Meredith was going out with a vet (which was totally not true; Meredith was still debating whether it was a good idea to date "McVet" or not), Danielle strolled into one of the patient's room. Danielle usually did her homework here, because the patient was really old and never woke up. Incidentally, his nickname was "Really Old Guy." When Danielle opened the door, she found Christina in the room reading a textbook, and against her better judgment, Danielle stayed. Christina looked up from her book, glanced at Danielle, and started speaking.

"Why are you so freakin happy?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" Danielle replied.

"Your parents are dead! You should still be moping around and crying, not getting free lunches from nurses by spreading gossip."

Danielle just stared at her. "How can I not be happy? I live with Meredith Grey, George O'Malley, and Izzie Stevens. I get to come to Seattle Grace Hospital every single day and meet all these different doctors and nurses with exciting lives! I get to be a part of their lives! I miss my parents, but with my life now, I don't have time to mope. I have to keep up with everything that's happening!" Danielle let out a long breath after her little speech.

Christina stared for a moment, lifted her eyebrows creating a cynical face, and slammed her textbook shut. "You talk too much," she muttered while walking out of the door.

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"Hey Derek, are feeling all right?" Danielle asked Dr. Shepherd when he sneezed… right onto Danielle's face. "This is a hospital. You're not supposed to sneeze on people."

"Sorry, Danielle. This cold is getting out of hand. I also feel a bit feverish. I was just going to hook myself up to an IV. You know, to get some fluids." Derek rushed off and Danielle turned around to see Meredith standing behind her.

"Do you need something?" she inquired.

Meredith replied, "Mmmm, kind of. I just wanted to let you know that we're doing a surgery today that involves temporarily paralyzing a guy."

"Woah, seriously?! I want to watch!"

"Great! It's in OR 3 at 11:30. You can sit in the gallery. See you then!"

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Danielle sat down in the gallery of Operating Room 3 at precisely 11:20, with a muffin in one hand and a textbook in the other.

"Whatcha doin, Danielle? Do you need help? Whatcha studying? Oh, do you want me to hold your muffin? Say, have you heard anything about-"

"Stop bothering her," Olivia interrupted the over-excited speech made none other than Rachel. "Danielle is studying. Leave her alone." Rachel, still smiling, jumped up and walked out of the room.

"What are you studying?" the much calmer nurse asked.

Danielle held up a hand. "Shhh," she said. "I'm trying to learn about this surgery. They're going to paralyze a guy! Temporarily, I mean."

Olivia nodded her head, and the two focused their concentration into the OR, where Derek had just started the surgery. "Dude, are you sick or something?" Alex, who was also helping in the surgery, asked Dr. Shepherd. This was not because of the sneezing, which had stopped, but because of Derek's IV bag that was now hanging next to the patients on a rack behind the operating table.

"I have a cold. Clamp. Dr. Karev, what would I do next in this procedure?"

"You would…" Danielle zoned out as she heard Alex start to talk in what she referred to as "doctor psycho-babble". She tuned back in when she heard Derek say, "Now insert the fluid into the patient's IV, carefully, or he'll be paralyzed permanently."

A nurse slowly pushed the fluid into the IV bag, only to jerk her head up in horror. "What?" Derek asked urgently.

"I just paralyzed you," the nurse whispered.