IT WAS RAINING outside, the raindrops clattering against Skylar's window. The redhead loved her sleep and was like a lioness when you woke her up before her alarm went off. Izzie, however, didn't know that piece of information and woke Skylar up.
"George's room is bigger than mine!" Izzie screamed, startling Skylar awake from her room next door. Skylar looked at her clock, seeing that it was 4:36 in the morning. After a lot of thought, Skylar did decide to move in, after a lot of thinking. What she didn't agree to was living with two fellow interns who argued more than they breathed. "I have more clothes, so I should have the bigger room!"
"I got here first!" George argued. "And my room is like two inches bigger."
Skylar opened her door, glaring at the two. "God, did you really have to start yelling first thing in the morning?" Her complaint was ignored.
"And if you're going to yell at anyone, yell at Sky! She has the biggest room out of all of us!" George yelled at Izzie.
"Yeah, you're right, I have more clothes than her too."
"You're not getting my room Izzie. Leave me out of this. Besides, Mer agreed to let me live here before you two, so it's only fair I get the bigger room," she said with an innocent smile as she made her way to the bathroom.
"Just put your clothes somewhere else!" George continued shouting.
"Everywhere else is filled with Meredith's mom's boxes," she complained, questioning Meredith as soon as she opened her bedroom door. "Meredith? When is your mom coming back to town anyway? Because maybe we can put her boxes in storage or unpack a few things, make this place a little more homey. Maybe some throw pillows and lamps, a few paintings."
"Ooh, paintings would be nice," George mused.
"Yeah! You have all this amazing stuff just packed away. In the back hall, I found this box with like a hundred tapes of your mother performing these amazing procedures."
"Really? We should watch them."
"Meredith, you want to watch—" Izzie started before Meredith shut her up by slamming the bathroom door in her face, all while stealing the blonde's coffee.
"Do you want some privacy?" Skylar asked with a mouthful of toothpaste." I can be out of here in a minute or so."
Meredith longingly sighed. "Sometimes I wish they were more like you."
"Only sometimes?"
Bailey and her six interns were in an elevator, heading to the pit because today, the pit was bound to be packed full of people. It was Dead Baby Bike Race Day, something that takes place in Seattle, a bike race that's full of "drunk and stupid people," as Bailey had put it.
"Every year, this bar—" George had started, explaining the race to Skylar, who was new to Seattle, so she didn't quite know what it was, but she had her suspicions.
"The Dead Baby Bar," Meredith immediately interrupted George, who had just started speaking.
"Every year, they hold this underground bike race," George continued as they all hung up their white coats to put on trauma gowns.
"Don't you wonder why someone would name a bar after something so disgusting?" Izzie asked.
"Keep your panties on, Nancy Drew," Cristina said, lightly pushing Izzie as she tried to get her gown on. The blonde and Skylar both laughed at Cristina's antics. Once in a while, Cristina could actually be very funny, if you got past the hardass side of her.
"The race is completely illegal and—" George started, but was once again interrupted by Meredith.
"Crazy," the blonde said. "Bike messengers racing against traffic trying to beat each other for free shots of tequila."
"All-out, no-holds-barred competition sounds like fun," Alex enunciated, hearing about the bike race for the first time as well.
"Of course, you would think that," Skylar muttered to herself as George tied her trauma gown behind her neck for her. She didn't mean for anyone else to hear it, but Izzie chuckled as well, slightly nudging the shorter girl.
"The race doesn't even have any rules," George continued, excited to be the one saving people in this situation. "Except eye-gouging—no eye-gouging." He playfully pretended to poke Skylar in the eyes, causing her to chuckle and bat his hand away.
"We're gonna be trapped in the pit band-aiding idiots when we could be up in the O.R," Cristina complained in true Cristina fashion.
"What kind of people engage in a race that has, as its only rule, that you can't rip out the eyeballs of another human being?" George incredulously asked, moving from Skylar to Alex, helping him tie his gown since he was struggling a bit doing it on his own.
"Men, Georgie. Men," Alex teasingly said, calling him by the nickname that only Skylar calls George. It reminded him of his brothers at that moment, so he ripped the trauma gown off of Alex's arms and walked back to Skylar.
"I need someone to get up to the O.R. floor. The Chief needs a right hand.," Bailey appeared from around the corner, a trauma gown covering her scrubs. Everyone, excluding Meredith and Skylar, raised their hands. Skylar actually wanted to help in the pit, she didn't mind putting in a little extra work when other people were too busy competing for surgeries. Bailey sighed before saying, "George," lazily gesturing to the brunette boy. Everyone, excluding the two females, all sighed and glared at him, pissed that Bailey chose 'Bambi' instead of them. George, himself, looked pleased, smiling brightly even when he saw the jealousy of the others.
"Okay, people," Bailey brought the attention back to herself as George took off his trauma gown and walked into the elevator. "The rules of trauma. Don't mingle with E.R. interns—they don't know their ass from their esophagus. Sew fast, discharge faster. Get bodies up to the O.R. yesterday. And don't let me catch you fighting over patients. Got it?" She quickly added that last part, with an accusatory finger pointed at her interns. "Let's go." Izzie, Cristina, and Alex all ran to the E.R, ready to find their next surgery.
Skylar shook her head at them as she sped-walked beside Meredith. Cristina and Alex needed to start treating patients like people and not just things to learn from. Skylar knew that Izzie already thought of them as people, she was sensitive and pitiful—it might get her in trouble one day, but today was not that day.
When they arrived at the E.R, they saw bodies on gurneys. Some had neck and back braces on, others had gauze covering their wounds. Most of the wounds were on a patient's torso or head. Skylar perked up at that idea, she might get to assist Dr. Shepherd in surgery—she also needed to start thinking of patients as people too.
"Oh, it's like candy, but with blood," Cristina said. "Which is so much better!" She looked around at all the amazing things that she could do today.
"Oh, my god," Izzie whispered as she saw a patient being wheeled in by the paramedics. He had gauze covering his abdomen and a neck and head brace on, with a nurse holding a respirator to his mouth.
"Mine," Cristina called dibs.
"No! I saw him first," Izzie immediately ran after her, trying to pry Cristina off of the patient's gurney. Meredith, Skylar, and Alex were looking around the pit trying to find people with serious injuries. When Meredith noticed a guy sitting on a bed with spokes from a bike wheel coming out of his abdomen, her whole face lit up.
"Ooh. I'll take that guy."
"No, you'll have to beat me to him first," Alex responded. They both pushed their way against each, trying to get to the guy. Skylar watched the two argue with a raised brow. Her hazel eyes wandered over to a guy with washed-out green hair, who had part of a fence stuck in his abdomen.
And I didn't even have to fight anyone, she thought to herself as she stared at her soon-to-be patient. He was looking around the emergency room, waiting for someone to come and help him. People walked past him, not paying attention to the fact that he looked like he needed help. Straightening her white coat, Skylar started walking over to the man.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Kepner. What did you do to get yourself like this?" She asked as she took a seat next to the bed. He looked down at her, a sigh escaping his lips.
"Well, the race of the year has begun and I entered for the free tequila," he sang the last words, earning a roll of Skylar's eyes. "At some point in the race, past houses with fences. And because it had rained yesterday, the streets were a bit slippery and my bike slipped and I fell onto the fence. Some friends cut me loose. But I lost the race, man," the man explained, biting his lip. He seemed a bit nervous.
"So, you admit that you aren't going to go back? Most of the other bikers would be fighting us to get out."
"I know when I've lost, ginger. But, how bad is it?"
"It's Dr. Kepner, and it looks pretty bad from where I'm sitting," Skylar revealed, taking a look at the wire. She gently touched it, careful not to move it and have blood spill out. "I'll remove as much wire as I can to get a better look, but you will definitely need surgery to get the rest out. Let's hope that none of your organs are pierced." Although she was hoping that something was wrong inside so she could get into surgery with Dr. Bailey—she would never say that out loud.
"Wait, what? My organs? Are you kidding? Holy shit, that's wicked." Skylar shot him a strange look, before going to grab a small pair of wire cutters that they had somewhere on one of the shelves. She began cutting pieces of wire as she held part of it still, so it wouldn't move inside of him. In the meantime, Meredith and Alex had battled it out for their guy—Viper. Meredith had gotten the patient and was taking care of the guy, while Alex looked around the pit for another case.
His eyes landed on the redhead cutting pieces of fence off of a guy. He smirked, figuring that he could maybe steal her patient. He walked over to the two and stood next to her. "Hey, Skylar. Looks like a surgical case, huh? Are you sure that you can handle this one? I'll be more than happy to take over," Alex suggested, earning a glare from the girl.
Skylar stopped cutting and glanced over at Alex. "Yeah, it does, huh? Sad. You aren't taking this case from me. There are plenty of people for you to help, so stop bothering me and actually do your job."
"Wow, that was pretty hot."
"Don't even try it."
"This might hurt, Rocky. Your name was Rocky, right?" Skylar tried to distract him from what she was about to do. One of the wires was stuck inside his tricep because of the way he landed on the fence. It was one of the few pieces that weren't deep enough to be removed surgically.
"Yeah, I changed it after I turned 21. The name my parents gave me was, um, Harry."
"So, why did you change it?"
"Just felt like it. It was after I moved to Seattle and met—aw, what the hell!" Skylar had pulled the piece out and started disinfecting the wound, so she could stitch it.
"Go on, I'm still listening."
"I met Vanessa, my fiancée—have you guys called her yet? She's probably super worried—and we've been together for six years. She's the love of my life."
"Really? Why did you try and hit on me then?"
"It was just a joke, lady. Plus, I think that I might be a little drunk?"
"Are you serious? You're drunk? I think I get the whole picture now. Just stop me when I'm wrong, alright? Before the race, you thought that maybe a shot or more of tequila would give you some confidence. You drank and you drank, but the prize—free tequila—was too much to pass up. So, you got on your bike, drunk off your ass, and ended up crashing into a fence," Skylar guessed, continuing to stitch his arm up.
"Are you judging me?"
"Oh, no, I wouldn't dare, Rocky."
"Looks like I'm not the only liar here, Ginger."
Skylar was almost done cutting all the pieces of the wire away, which was a relief for both her and her patient. While she had been cutting, he had told her stories about him and his fiancée and how he had proposed to her, and how they started dating. She thought it was cute and all, but she wondered if his fiancée knew about this race. "Alright, I'm done and you'll be prepped for surgery after the O.R. is booked."
"Yeah, okay. Thanks for helping."
"It's my job. And save the thanks for after surgery," Skylar said, before walking away to the nearest telephone. She called one of the nurses up on the O.R. floor to request an operating room for the surgery. Skylar had also asked a nurse to page Dr. Bailey down to the pit and the woman arrived in the pit after a couple of minutes.
"Which one needs surgery?" Bailey asked. Skylar pointed at Rocky. "Alright, prep him for surgery and then you can scrub in."
"I can scrub in?" It's not that she didn't want to scrub in, she did, she just didn't think that Bailey would let her.
"That's what I said. He's your patient." Bailey walked away again and Skylar was left alone with a huge smile on her face. She was going to scrub in on an actual surgery. She wiped the smile off of her face as she walked back to Rocky. However, something stopped her. The redhead looked through a window, showing a small exam room and Meredith being kissed by a random guy.
Skylar's eyes widened in shock and she let out a small breath. What the hell was going on? She took a few steps closer to the window. Meredith's patient, another one of the morons in the race, was kissing her when she clearly didn't want to be kissed by him. Meredith held up her hands in protest, making the redhead want to storm in there and punch the man in the face, but she couldn't move. Skylar wasn't the only shocked one; Derek had also seen it, but he looked more upset than shocked.
When Viper let go of Meredith, Skylar let out a sigh as Derek walked away still a bit upset. She knew they had something going on between them—she wasn't sure what though. As Derek walked into the room, she let them have a private conversation as she walked toward her patient who needed to be prepped for surgery.
Skylar, with the help of a few nurses, was prepping the patient, when suddenly another nurse, Tyler, called her over. "What's up?" She said as she stopped at the nurse's station.
"Vanessa? Keeps asking for her fiancé. I was going to let her see him, but you're prepping him for surgery. So, I'll tell her to wait, is that alright with you?"
"Um, I'll do it, I'm heading that way anyway." She walked back to Rocky, who was ready to go. She nodded at the nurses and doctors, telling them that it was time. They started wheeling him down the hallway and toward the elevator to take him up to an O.R, while Skylar made a detour to talk to Rocky's fiancé. When she arrived in the waiting room, she saw a bunch of people, she didn't know which one was Vanessa.
"Vanessa?" Skylar asked a blonde girl who stood up. She walked up to Skylar, immediately asking if Rocky was okay. "He's okay. I've removed most of the wire, but he needs surgery to remove the rest of it. He's on his way now and we'll start operating soon. He'll be fine, don't worry. We'll do everything we can."
"He's such an idiot! I told him that it was a stupid idea, but he wanted to enter. I told him millions of times that he would get hurt, but he wouldn't listen to me," Vanessa told her, running her hands through her hair. "Please make sure he's okay."
"We will, his surgery is starting soon, and I'll update you as we go along."
Bailey and Skylar scrubbed in, before entering the O.R. Skylar walked in with a small smile on her face. This wasn't her first surgery but she was still fairly new to this, so any time spent in the O.R. excited her. When Bailey neared the table and noticed Rocky's hair, she raised her eyebrows before starting the surgery. Skylar was intently watching the procedure, needing to see everything her resident was doing. Bailey was asking her questions along the way, wanting to teach her intern as they went through surgery. She was removing a thread of wire from Rocky when Izzie and Cristina entered. They were both a bit jealous when they saw Skylar in the O.R, but that was about to change if they got their way.
Once the redhead noticed them, she shot them a confused look, not knowing what they were up to. Her eyes wandered back to her patient, but Bailey had stopped operating once the door had opened. "I know you see me removing wire from this patient's body. Do I strike you as someone who enjoys multitasking?"
"We have a John Doe. In three hours, we have to declare him brain dead. We want to harvest his organs," Cristina quickly explained, while stepping closer to the patient to see the remaining wire stuck in his body. When Bailey gave her a sharp look, she stopped moving.
"So why you wasting time on this? You know how many patients we have downstairs."
"If he dies," Izzie told Bailey while looking at Cristina. "And he could still live, you know." She turned back to face Bailey again, before continuing to speak. "His death should mean something."
"And you want a harvest surgery."
"I wanna save lives," Cristina badly lied. Her resident and fellow interns saw right through her. Skylar tried to hold back a laugh. This was a typical Cristina move. "Okay, I want a harvest surgery."
"Getting organs from a John Doe is a long shot. Without ID, you can't contact the family, without the family, you can't get consent to harvest the organs. Let the poor man die in peace."
"But if we can find the family…" Izzie added, looking at her resident with a glimpse of sadness in her eyes.
"And get consent."
"We could harvest the organs?" Cristina questioned.
"If you find the family." The two interns dashed off and Bailey sighed before continuing to operate again.
A while later, Bailey had removed all the wires, but a complication had arisen. One of his organs—his liver—had been pierced by one of the wires. At first, it was manageable, but due to Bailey removing the wire, the tear in the liver had become larger and started bleeding. "Suction." Skylar was handed the suction instrument. She looked down at the device before doing what needed to be done. With most of the blood gone, Bailey performed the Pringle maneuver. She used a clamp to stop the liver's blood supply. The clamp was applied over the hepatic vascular pedicle. The hepatic artery is what carries blood to the liver, and she needed that cut-off to repair the liver. Rocky's bp had steadied once again. He was going to be alright.
After the operation had been completed, Rocky was rolled to an empty room, while Skylar walked away, dazed. She had no idea why she felt off. It worried her a bit when Rocky started to decline. She had made a connection with the patient when she was treating him in the pit. She was just glad that she didn't freeze or do anything crazy in the O.R.
Her feet brought her to a deserted hallway. She sat down on one of the beds and brought her legs to her chest, her chin resting on her knees. Her eyes started watering, but they didn't fall. She wouldn't break down and cry.
It wasn't who she was.
'It's okay to cry, it does not make you weak, if anything, it makes you stronger,' she had remembered what her sister said to her. April was quite possibly her best friend. She had comforted her after every uphill battle she went through. Skylar called April after every shift and checked up on her and vice versa. They didn't mind not working at the same hospital, they actually preferred it.
But at this moment, Skylar just wanted to be comforted by her sister. So she closed her eyes, regaining focus of her emotions, and let go of her knees. She took a few deep breaths, already feeling much better, and glanced around the room, praying that nobody had entered. Her heart sank when saw Alex Karev standing in the hallway with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
"Well, well, I never thought I would see the day that Skylar Kepner cries. What happened?" Alex said as he sat next to her on the hospital bed.
"Are you sick? Or is Alex Karev asking me if I'm alright?" Skylar asked, giving him an incredulous look. "Am I dying or is the world actually ending?"
"Really? That's what I get for being nice? I had at least expected a kiss to show your gratitude," he teased. She slapped his torso, but a smile appeared on her lips. "There it is. But honestly, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I will be. Don't worry about me." Skylar got off the bed and looked at Alex. "I won't say a thing, if you do the same. No one has to know I cried or that you acted like an actual human being."
"Deal."
Alex had made his way to the nurse's station, paperwork in hand. He met up with George who collapsed in a chair. The brunette was hiding behind a chart so he couldn't be seen.
"Help," he muttered.
"What are you doing?" Alex questioned in a tone that indicated that he didn't care.
"Hiding. There's this VIP patient—he likes me," George sighed, continuing to fill out his chart.
"That's good, right?" Alex absentmindedly responded
George glanced at him for a second. "No, he likes me likes me."
"Go for it, man, get yours." Alex nodded in encouragement, not even looking up from his discharge papers. "I'm down with the rainbow." There was an awkward moment of silence as George just stared at Alex. Alex didn't hear a reply from George so he looked up and upon seeing George's expression, he said, "Oh. Are you not gay?"
"No," George said. Why did no one tell him that they thought he was? Is this really what people thought of him? Is this what Skylar thought of him?
"Really?" Alex questioned like he didn't believe George one bit, but then again, he didn't care. "Dude, sorry." He breathed out a laugh before walking away. George just stared after him with wide eyes. He had no idea that people thought he was gay. After Alex left, Cristina and Izzie approached him. George was still sporting a shocked expression.
"Uh, Cristina?" George got her attention, handing her something that he was told was for her. Before she could take it he brought it back. "Do you—do you think—does Skylar think I'm gay?" He stuttered out.
"Are you?"
"No," he whispered, shaking his head with wide eyes.
"Really?"
After Skylar's talk with Alex, she went to the gallery to see if she could watch a surgery. She opened the door and some people looked at her before their eyes were back on the operating room. The redhead saw Meredith, Izzie, Cristina, and George and sat down next to them. "Hey, guys," Skylar greeted them, but they didn't reply. They continued to glare at Alex instead. He was currently scrubbing in on an open-heart surgery that Doctor Burke was doing. Cristina and Meredith were complaining about their fellow intern, saying that they hated the guy and that he was vermin.
"At least Burke is doing the surgery. I don't care about Alex," Izzie said to the others while looking at the brunette who didn't look comfortable. "George, you did good." Skylar didn't say anything but wondered what had happened in the time that she had been in surgery. Something to do with Alex and George had done something to contribute as well.
"I'm going to have to dodge Burke for the rest of my career," he revealed and then turned to Meredith to whisper, "He could kill me and make it look like an accident." Suddenly one of the nurses entered the gallery, telling Izzie and Cristina that the police had called. They had identified John Doe and had called his wife, which made Izzie sigh in relief. She and Cristina had left the gallery.
"Will someone tell me what Karev did?" Skylar asked the two remaining interns. Meredith glanced at her, before explaining. She told Skylar how Izzie and Cristina had a John Doe, who was brain dead. Izzie had hoped that he might make it, but it was too late already. They came up with the idea to harvest his organs so that his death could mean something. But there was a problem with his heart, so they couldn't do the harvest surgery. The two searched for someone who wanted to do surgery on him, which ended up being Burke. Meredith ended the story by explaining how Alex had stolen their chance to scrub in. "Dear God, he really is the devil incarnate. He's such an asshole," Skylar stated.
George looked scared and tried not to look at Skylar, while Meredith simply nodded. Skylar sometimes had a short fuse but rarely ever got aggressive. Rarely, because it did happen once. She was in high school with her sisters, she was a senior at the time, a bit younger than the rest of her class—having skipped a couple of grades along the way—but Skylar had punched a guy after he insulted Kimmie, her youngest sister. Kimmie had rejected him since he wasn't her type. He couldn't handle rejection well, so he started calling Kimmie names since he knew she was a virgin along with the rest of her sisters. Skylar had caught wind of this and punched him the first time she saw him. It didn't matter to her that he was two years older than her, nobody ever insulted her family. It's a shame that Kimmie didn't take that trait on, and turned into a bitch.
Skylar had broken that guy's nose that day. She had been sent to the principal and had been put in detention for a week, and her parents had been notified, which was the worst punishment. When they got back home, Joe and Karen Kepner had both been extremely disappointed in their daughter. They gave her the whole 'I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed' speech.
Skylar got up from her chair and said goodbye to George and Meredith. She went back to check up on her patient. A smile appeared on her face as she saw Vanessa sitting on the edge of Rocky's bed, holding his hand. She waited a bit longer, giving them some more time together. The redhead opened the door after knocking on it and walked in, greeting them with a smile. "My savior, I wondered when you would come and visit me."
"I'm just here to check up on you," Skylar answered, before checking his vitals and some other things and writing them down in his chart. "Everything seems fine, but you'll have to stay for a couple of days. Dr. Bailey might've told you, but one of the wires punctured your liver, but we caught it in time and stopped the bleeding. So only a few days left here."
"Thank you so much, Dr. Kepner," Vanessa said before the redhead exited the room and left the couple alone.
After her shift ended, she went back home to Meredith's house, needing the rest and quietness. However, when she entered her house, Izzie and George were sitting in the living room, rifling through various boxes which contained numerous videotapes of her mother's surgery. Skylar sighed, trying not to become angry.
She walked over to the two with her arms crossed over her chest. "You two can be happy that I'm too tired to yell at you guys. But, really? These tapes," Skylar picked one of them up and waved it in front of their faces. "Are Meredith's mothers. You can't just rifle through her things without asking her." They looked at her with their eyes slightly widened. She turned around and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She flopped on her bed and closed her eyes. In the meantime, Meredith had come home and hadn't been too pleased with their roommates as well.
While walking into the hospital on the day of Izzie's and Cristina's harvest surgery, Meredith complained to Skylar and Cristina.
"They're everywhere, all the time. Izzie's all perky and George does this thing where he's helpful and considerate. They share food and they say things and they move things and they breathe. They're happy. I mean, at least Sky's not that bad. She just sort of keeps to herself but she's happy too."
"Hey! I'm right here! Better to be happy than to just sulk and infect everyone with your moodiness. Besides, we both know you like it when I make you coffee and yell at the other two for going through your stuff," Skylar replied.
"Okay, now I even want to live with Red," Cristina joked. "Just kick the rest out," she advised Meredith.
"I can't. They just moved in. I asked them to move in," the blonde said.
"So what, you're just gonna repress everything in some deep dark twisted place until one day you snap and kill them?" Cristina asked.
"Yep."
"Oh, I can help. I've watched a lot of true crime documentaries," the redhead admitted, somewhat excited.
"This is why we're friends. You're both as disturbing as I am, Red just does a better job at hiding it." Meredith and Cristina smiled while Skylar chuckled.
The next day, Skylar was already down in the pit, looking to see who needed help. Bailey had sent her interns to the pit two days in a row to take care of the leftovers—the cyclists who were too drunk or too stupid or too scared to get themselves to a hospital the day before. The elevator doors opened, revealing Alex and Meredith. She smiled at the blonde before she went over to someone whose arm was bleeding. She carefully stitched him up, doing her best to make sure there was no scar left over. Meanwhile, Meredith noticed Viper sitting in the waiting room. He looked ill and pale, making Meredith go over to him.
Skylar had finished stitching up one of the cyclists and glanced over at Meredith. "Isn't that Mer's patient?" She asked another intern.
"Yeah, that's him. He probably crashed his bike again, but he's not my problem. I'm busy on real cases." Skylar rolled her eyes, before making her way to Meredith at the same time that Viper fell unconscious. Blood came out of his mouth and Skylar broke out into a run. Meredith yelled out his name, while Skylar arrived and lifted his shirt.
"Holly shit, Mer. Look at this." His stitches had ripped open and started bleeding. The whole area was completely swollen and large. The two interns shared a look of panic. Minutes later, they put Viper on a gurney, while Meredith was sitting on top of him, trying to hold his wound closed with gauze. Meredith was talking to a nurse while Alex was standing frozen.
"Call the O.R, tell them we're coming. And page Dr. Bailey," Skylar asked a nurse, who quickly moved to do what the redhead had instructed. "Alex, let's go," Skylar said, but he just stood there. "Alex! Snap out of it and help me push the dam gurney!" He snapped out of it and started helping her push the gurney out of the pit and to the elevator.
"Somebody get the elevator!" Alex ordered and after someone had pushed the open button, they hurried into it.
"Hurry. I don't know how long I can keep this wound closed," Meredith told them as the elevator door closed. They watched the numbers slowly move up. "Move faster, damn it!" The doors finally opened and the gurney was being wheeled into an O.R. The surgical team was preparing themselves, including Dr. Bailey. Meredith was still straddling Viper and Bailey raised her eyebrows.
"Well, this is a new one. Somebody get her off my patient," Bailey instructed as Meredith climbed down. "Meredith, go get cleaned up and scrub in. Skylar, scrub in as well. Alex, get back downstairs."
"But I helped."
"Helped? Yeah they tell me down in the pit that you only want to take hot cases. In every pack of interns there's always one fool that's running around trying to show off and Alex, this time that fool is you. Get out." Alex stormed out with an angry look on his face. Skylar tried her best to contain her laugh. "Somebody get me something to stand on or lower this table. The mountain's going to have to come to me."
Meredith opened the door to her house, Skylar a few steps behind her. Viper's surgery was successful and he had made it. Bailey, however, had lost her cool when talking to his friends, which was quite hilarious. The two interns heard voices inside the house and saw that Cristina, Izzie, and George were sitting on couches, pigging out on Chinese food and watching one of Meredith's mother's surgical tapes. Skylar looked at Meredith to study her reaction.
"Oh, okay, this is the best part. Watch. This is where she pulls a block of skin down over the face," Izzie commented. They then noticed their two colleagues and George quickly sat up.
"We were—" he tried to explain while searching for the remote. Meredith greeted them as George paused the video and placed his beer on a coaster on the coffee table. "We were just, ah…Cristina made us." Cristina shot him a disapproving look, not believing that he ratted her out so quickly. Skylar smiled as she glanced at her fellow interns and friends.
"Oh, Georgie, you are a terrible liar," she said as she patted his head and flopped down on the couch next to him.
"What are we watching?" Meredith asked as she placed herself on the other side of George. The brunette unpaused the TV. "This is the one where my mother—"
"Literally pulls this guy's face off!" Izzie interrupted and Skylar's eyes widened in excitement.
"It is pretty awesome," Skylar chimed in while grabbing some popcorn. The five interns continued to watch the video. So they had a movie night, but instead of watching normal-people movies, like Back to the Future, the Godfather, or Raiders of the Lost Ark, they watched surgeries. And as time went on, Skylar had begun to feel like she was home.
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