After George got changed we went to find Dr. Hunt. George loved being on Dr. Hunt's service, and Callie was still sleeping so I couldn't follow her around and beg her to let me break a bone. Dr. McDreamy ran by.
"O'Malley! Hunt needs you in the pit now!" He yelled. George turned and ran leaving me standing in the hall alone. Bailey ran by a minute later.
"Green come with me." She hollered over her shoulder. I took off after her. We entered the pit at a run. It was packed.
"Holy crap Dr. Bailey what happened?" I asked.
"Train wreck." She said.
"Oh my God." I breathed.
"Alright come on Green. Let's get going." Dr. Bailey said. I jumped in wherever they called for a resident. A group of helpless intern's including Lexie stood in a corner.
"Grey!" I shouted. Lexie ran over to me.
"Yes Dr. Green?" She asked.
"I like you Lexie so I'm going to keep you from looking like an idiot." I said applying pressure to a bleeder on a trauma.
"Uh… what?" She asked.
"Oh my God Lexie, are you stupid? Don't stand there looking confused jump in and help." I said annoyed. That snapped Lexie out of her trance and she jumped in to assist. We helped Dr. Shepherd work on a man with a massive brain hemorrhage. He didn't make it. After a long exhausting day working on Neuro I laid down in an empty on-call room. I sighed and put my hands behind my head. A small twinge of pain radiated through my shoulder. I sighed. I would never get back on Ortho if resting my head on my hands hurt, but I didn't have to tell Callie that it hurt did I? No I certainly did not. The door opened. I didn't bother to see who it was. I already knew.
"Sloan go away." I said.
"Uh, I am most definitely not Sloan." Callie said. I bolted up and whacked my head on the ceiling. I grabbed my head.
"Ouch." I breathed. Callie flicked the light on.
"Gosh Kim, didn't mean to scare you are anything." Callie said gesturing to my head.
"Oh it's nothing. Why aren't you at dinner with Arizona?" I asked.
"She has to work tonight." Callie said. I nodded.
"Cool. Have you seen George?" I asked. Callie shook her head and sat down on the bottom bunk of the bed across from mine.
"Not since the pit this morning." She replied. I nodded.
"He's probably crashed in another on call room." I mused. Mark busted open the door making out with Lexie Grey. Lexie pulled away at the sight of me and Callie.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Callie, Kim, crap." She said embarrassed. Mark smirked.
"Torres, Green. Have a nice evening." He said and led Lexie out the door. Callie busted out laughing and I joined in.
"Did you see the look on Lexie's face?" She giggled. I grinned. Deep down I felt a twinge of jealousy but I pushed the thought away.
"Yeah." I said. Callie stopped laughing.
"Something wrong Kim?" She asked.
"Just tired." I said.
"How hard did you whack your head?" She asked.
"Haha. I'm medically fine Cal." I assured her. She shinned a light in my eyes.
"I believe you." She said. "Alright if you are fine medically, then what's wrong emotionally?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Girl hormones gone wild." I said.
"Look Kim. If you want to talk I'm here." Callie said encouragingly. I nodded and smiled at her.
"Thanks Cal. I should probably go home, I'm really not feeling too hot." I said. Callie nodded.
"Okay. See you tomorrow Green." She said,
"Hey, Dr. Torres…" I said as I jumped off the top bunk. I landed on my feet.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Call me Kim from now on or I'll insist on calling you Torres." I said and left the room. I walked down the halls out to my bike alone. I climbed on and pulled my helmet on. I flipped the kickstand up and rode off into the night. I really did not feel good. I closed my eyes for a second and the next thing I knew I heard a car blow their horn. My eyes snapped open and I saw headlights in my line of vision. I swerved and fell off my bike. I slid across the road and hit the curb. My shoulder didn't hurt at all, nothing hurt. I stood up and brushed myself off. The feeling of nausea was still there. My bike was laying in the road. I grabbed it and hopped back on. I started it up and rode home. I was so lucky. I could have died. At least that would have put and end to my emotional turmoil. Wow, I cant believe I'm thinking like this! I pulled up to the apartment building and parked my damaged bike. I climbed off and assessed the damage. I needed new mirrors and a new paint job. I sighed and pulled my helmet off. I carried my helmet into the apartment. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. My beautiful puppy George had given me ran to greet me.
"Hey champ." I said and sat my helmet down on the table. I kicked my boots off. George was asleep on the couch. I smiled and went into the bathroom. Champion followed me. I looked in the mirror.
"Dang." I said. Blood was seeping slowly out of a cut in my forehead. I did an exam of the rest of my body. Everything else looked good. Dangit, I was going to have a nasty scar. I sighed and pulled out my phone and searched for Sloan's name. I stared at the call button trying to will myself to press it. Champ stared up at me his tail wagging a mile a minute. I glanced down at him and he stared back at me with his head slightly tilted as if to say, 'come on Kim, whatcha waiting for. You're just calling him to stitch up your cut. No big deal.' I smiled.
"Yeah, you're right Champ, no big deal." I said and scratched the Labrador puppy behind the ear. I hit send and held the phone to my ear. It rang twice.
"Hello?" Sloan asked.
"Hey Sloan, I need your help." I said.
