Oh, hey guys hey. I haven't posted anything in quite some time, yet I don't plan on suddenly getting back into posting on a somewhat regular schedule. Technically I'm supposed to be writing a sonnet for my Creative Writing class at this very exact moment, but I instead decided to type something up that I wrote a couple of weeks ago during pit orchestra rehearsal (Bye, Bye Birdie, in case you were wondering). And. Uh. Yeah. The end.
Chief Webber was walking idly down the halls of Seattle Grace Hospital, passing nurses and doctors alike. It became sort of a ritual for him, to walk around the hospital without an emergency to stress him out more than he needed. He rather enjoyed just watching his staff doing what they did best-- their jobs.
He quietened his footsteps upon passing the doors to the on-call rooms, having no doubt that at least one doctor would be sleeping in one of the many beds. After all, Chief Webber always had the surgical floor staffed every minute of every day, so it was most definitely not uncommon to see a surgeon who had spent their night in the emergency room stroll into an empty room and take a nap before they were needed.
Webber paused for a moment and sighed contentedly. He was pulled from his own cheery thoughts, however, when the door to a nearby on-call room opened and one of his own surgeons walked out.
"Oh," She stumbled for a moment, clearly just noticing the chief standing in front of her. "Sorry Chief, I didn't see you there,"
"It's alright, Doctor Hahn." he said with a smile. Erica nodded her head and continued her way down the hall, straightening her white lab-coat and stopping only to fix her slightly mussed hair.
The door to the on-call room flew open once more, but Webber was seemingly unfazed by this. He simply looked at the doctor that walked out and smiled that same professional smile he had used with Doctor Hahn.
"Oh, hey chief!" Doctor Torres had a smile of her own as she flipped her hair back, running a hand through her curls. Only one arm of her lab-coat was on, but the chief failed to notice.
"Doctor Torres," he said. "I heard your lumbar spinal fusion went alright?"
"Yes, there weren't any complications and the patient is doing well," she replied, pulling the rest of her white coat on.
"Good, good..." Webber's voice trailed off as Doctor Torres went off towards the nurse's station.
He continued walking past the on-call rooms and rounded a corner on his left. It wasn't until he reached the surgical board when a thought hit him:
Did Doctor Hahn and Doctor Torres walk out of the same on-call room?
Chief Webber quickly made his way to his office where he kept all of the "Date and Tell" forms that he had issued upon all of his staff members. He rummaged through the files before finally pulling out the one that had Doctor Calliope I. Torres scrawled in blue ink at the top. His eyes glanced over it until he read a name that he was not quite sure he was prepared to read or not.
Right underneath Mark Sloan's name it read Erica Hahn, all in that same blue ink.
Webber slowly sank into his chair and decided that perhaps walking around the hospital and watching his staff was a bit more than he was prepared to handle.