MEREDITH, CRISTINA, AND Skylar were sprawled across the bathroom, coming down from a long night of drinking—Cristina wasn't hungover, instead of drinking, she spent the night drowning her sorrows in a couple of pints of water and ice cream.
Meredith was hunched over the toilet, and Cristina sat grumpily in the shower tub. There was nothing wrong with Skylar, she wasn't even that hungover.
Meredith was drunk because she and Derek broke up, Cristina was upset because she and Burke broke up and she was pregnant with his child. There wasn't anything major going on in Skylar's life right now. Unless you counted pining over a guy, who, in Skylar's point of view, would probably never reciprocate those feelings.
"It's not us," Meredith slightly slurred. "It's them. Them and their stupid boy penises. They didn't tell me they had a wife. They gave absolutely no warning that they were going to break up with you. They..." She trailed off, trying to find a boy problem that Skylar had going on. When she came up empty she just made a noise and shrugged it off, going back to puking in the toilet.
"It's not that Burke broke up with me, it's how he broke up with me. Like it was business. Like it was a business transaction, like he's the boss of me!"
"He is the boss of you," Skylar cut in.
"And what's worse, is that I care."
"I'm gonna throw up again. No. Wait. False alarm."
Cristina sighed. "Look, the problem is estrogen."
"No, the problem is tequila."
"I thought it was stupid boy penises," Skylar grumpily cut in. She knew all about her boy problems, and Meredith was right boys with penises were stupid, and she hated every single one of them—maybe that was an exaggeration, but she did hate at least three of them.
Last night, when she was laying by herself in bed, she just stared at the ceiling, contemplating her feelings for a certain someone. When she really thought about it, when there was nothing to distract her, she found out that she really cared for the boy, and there was no way to describe how she felt. She knew she didn't love him, that would take time, but she really liked him. Then she thought that maybe she just wanted him to be with someone, but when she thought of him with anyone, most of all Olivia, a weird feeling rose in her gut. She never experienced that before.
Her first boyfriend in high school lasted about two months, and it was just one of those dorky first relationships where you hold hands in the hallway and sit together at lunch. Then in college, she had a serious relationship and that's when they took it all the way but she never minded seeing that guy with other girls, maybe because she knew he was already a player before they started dating. And George wasn't like that at all. She knew George was the type of guy to give his all in a relationship. And that thought filled her with dread, knowing she wasn't going to be on the receiving end of that.
"I used to be all business, and then he goes and gets me pregnant."
"With his stupid boy penis," Skylar muttered though she was ignored.
"Now, I'm having hormone surges. He ruined me. I'm ruined. He turned me into this fat, stupid, pregnant girl. Estrogen!"
Izzie and George entered the bathroom, more than confused at the sight before them.
"Penises, Izzie."
"Estrogen, George."
Skylar said nothing, keeping her eyes on the blank spot on the wall. She might crack and tell someone about her feelings just because of how tired she was at the moment, she definitely did not want to spill the beans in front of the person she had feelings for.
"Okay," George turned to Izzie. "What did I miss?"
"I came home to full-on vomit drama," Izzie pointed to Meredith. "Apparently, she dumped Derek, and—" she pointed to Cristina. "She's been sleeping with Burke.
"I knew that," George waved off before he looked at Skylar, who was abnormally quiet. "What about her?" He asked, concerned for one of his best friends.
"She, uh," Izzie took a moment to think. "I don't know what her problem is."
"None of your business," Skylar calmly said, but just by her tone, they knew she was on the verge of yelling. And Skylar never yelled, so they did not want her to do that.
George, seeing that she didn't want to talk, changed the subject on behalf of her feelings and mentality. "So, Meredith, you really broke up with Shepherd?"
"I feel empty."
"Two hours of vomiting will do that to you," Izzie joked.
"No, I feel empty."
"You're lucky," Cristina said. "I feel pissed off."
Skylar just kept staring at the wall. She didn't want to look at George, but if she did she would have seen that he was staring at her with worried and longing eyes. Yeah, she was dreading the day ahead of her.
Throughout the entire car ride to the hospital, Skylar barely said a word. That's when she realized how if it was her own secret, she would spill it the second she learned it. She had no one depending on her, that's what made it easy to keep other people's secrets, there was someone to hold her accountable and someone who trusted her. There was no one to hold her to that if only she knew her own secret. She had to tell someone.
When they arrived at the hospital, Skylar let out a deep sigh. With a slam of the door, Meredith exited the vehicle the second Skylar put it in park. Rubbing her face, she got out of the car, running to get under the overhang to escape the rain.
Her mood changed when she saw Derek leaning against a pillar close to the entrance. He was clearly waiting for Meredith, which infuriated her. Had he not gotten the message that Meredith sent him a few nights before? That if she didn't get the hell away from her she would run him down with her car? It seemed pretty self-explanatory that she would resort to other measures when she wasn't in the parking lot. Izzie and George had also seen it and had concerned looks on their faces. Cristina, on the other hand, strolled behind them and hadn't paid attention to the people walking in front of her. She had her own problems to deal with.
Derek tried talking to Meredith, which ended up working because she stopped. Skylar was tired of seeing the two constantly fighting so she walked a bit faster and passed the two with Cristina by her side. She saw Burke nearing the entrance so she quickly nudged the girl. Skylar moved her head in Burke's direction, warning her. Cristina sighed and made sure that he didn't see her when she crossed the enormous room to the elevator. Skylar lightly laughed at Cristina's behavior, finding it hilarious to see her like that because she normally didn't act like that. Soon, Meredith, Izzie, and George joined them in the elevator.
Burke and Shepherd were raising their voices, making the interns look at them. The two grown men were fighting about the first one 'stealing' the latter's O.R. Skylar didn't really care and turned her head back toward the elevator, crossing her arms over her chest. Meredith and Cristina, on the other hand, were watching the two surgeons with interest. Their staring was cut short when they heard the elevator arrive.
"Mine's bigger than yours," Cristina stated, glancing at Meredith.
Alex then entered, pressing the button for the floor they needed to go. "Whip it out, I'll measure."
"Shut up, Alex," Cristina loudly snapped back which caused Burke to hear her voice. He glanced at her, longing in his eyes. Cristina stood, uncomfortable as the doors closed, looking down at her hands and rethinking her choices.
Bailey and her six interns were standing in front of an ambulance outside the E.R. entry to the hospital. The doors quickly opened and a man on a stretcher was wheeled out by two paramedics. "Male, 55, victim of a head-on collision. GCS is 3. Depressed skull fracture. Multiple internal injuries. ACLS protocol started but his vein blew so we've been pushing meds down the tube. PEA on arrival," the medic informed as he wheeled out the patient.
"How long has he been down?" Bailey asked after taking a quick look at the unconscious man on the gurney. The interns all watched with interest.
"We've been doing CPR for about 20 minutes, it took fire 20 minutes to get him out of the car. He's pretty much gone."
"Uh, he's not gone until we say he's gone. Keep coding," the resident announced as the paramedics wheeled the patient into the hospital. "O'Malley, get him into a bay. Save him."
"But, he's dead," he stated, not believing that Bailey had given him a dead patient. Another ambulance approached and Alex, Cristina, Izzie, and Skylar made their way over to it. "Did you not hear me? He's not dead until we say he's dead. You know what to do so do it," Bailey mentioned to George who looked off-put after she saw that he didn't move an inch. "Uh, Grey, Kepner, you're on this too. Move." She lightly pushed the two toward the hospital entry. She walked in while George just stood still.
"We've got three more victims from the other car coming in. Let's move people!" Another paramedic from a different ambulance yelled right as George slowly followed Meredith, an unamused look still on his face. "He's dead," he muttered to himself and sighed. Skylar patted him on the back in comfort as they entered the hospital and moved toward their patient.
Now in a room, George looked at the nurse awkwardly as they tried to resuscitate the man. "Olivia," he greeted. "Pulseless V-Tach." It was kind of awkward to be in a room with George, working on the same patient, but it was even more awkward because Olivia was there. Skylar was sure it would've been awkward regardless if she was there or not.
"Line's in," Skylar informed.
"Okay, charge to 200. Clear." George shocked the patient to no avail.
"Push one of epi," Meredith instructed.
"Let's go again, charge to 300," Skylar said, making a repeating motion.
"You serious?" George whispered, looking at her like he wanted to be done with the patient.
"Yes, I'm serious. Charge again." She gave him a tough look that told him he didn't want to disobey her.
"Okay, then, let's charge to 300," he agreed but the man's heart didn't restart.
"Kepner, Grey," Bailey called, coming into the trauma room and seeing the procedure they were performing. "Oh, pericardiocentesis. Good. Any response?"
"Nope," Skylar sadly shook her head.
"Okay, uh, all right you guys can—"
"Should I call it?" George cut her off.
Bailey raised a brow. "What would you do next, O'Malley?"
"I would call it."
"To save him."
"Oh, uh, I don't know," he helplessly shrugged.
"A pericardial window," Skylar answered a bit bored.
"Excellent. Do it," Bailey nodded.
George opened his mouth to protest but Skylar cut him off before he could so much as get a word out. "Seriously?" She loudly scoffed, startling the group. "Honestly, George, just do your job and quit whining just because you want a more interesting patient." George gaped at her, looking at Bailey for help.
He had no idea what was wrong with Skylar. One day she was perfectly nice to him the next she was telling him off in front of their boss. It made him question if he did anything wrong. But he couldn't think of anything. He watched her with sad eyes as Bailey addressed the two females.
"Okay," Bailey slowly said, looking at Skylar with concern. "Uh, Grey, you're done here, I have a bowel obstruction for you. Kepner," she paused. "Meet Karev in radiology."
Skylar curtly nodded, walking out of the room and into the pit. The other watched her go with concerned eyes. Something was bothering Skylar but none of them even knew of her feelings or why she was doing it.
She felt that if she didn't spend as much time with George or if she acted out that her feelings would just magically go away. Deep down, she knew they wouldn't just disappear overnight, but she wanted them gone. In her mind, it was unprofessional to date a colleague. It was a bit weird, because when they were still together, she fully supported Derek and Meredith, or even Burke and Cristina, but when she pictured herself with her boss or coworker she just got worried like she was breaking some sort of law or something.
And she also knew that she would never get the courage to confess her feelings to George, she had never been that kind of person. She was the type of girl that was afraid of rejection, but she also didn't want to ruin her and George's friendship. Something like that could ruin a perfectly good relationship she already had—she didn't want to risk that.
Scott Seibert, who looked like he was about 18 years old, was lying on a table to be x-rayed. He and his parents had gotten into a car accident and had been transported over to Seattle Grace. The two interns and an E.R. doctor were standing in the room with the teenager. "My mom's okay, right?" The boy asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I think so," Alex replied while Skylar just smiled, but then remembered that the kid couldn't see her. He could only watch the ceiling because of his neck brace.
"They'd been fighting at breakfast," Scott started explaining, the two interns nodding along, both interested in what the kid had to say. "Dad...it's ugly when it gets like that. Ran three stop lights before he even got on the freeway. Some guy in a pick-up cuts us off and my dad just lost it. He started chasing the guy, blasting through traffic, screaming at him. The next thing I know, we're upside down on the other side of the freeway."
Skylar kept her eyes on the computer screen. As Alex was x-raying him, Scott asked how his father was doing. "He's in surgery," Skylar responded. "His injuries are pretty serious."
"Yeah, well, at least the son of a bitch got what he deserved," Scott spoke up after a moment of silence. Alex and Skylar shared a confused and disbelieving look, before staring at the teenager on the table. After the x-rays were taken, Scott was taken back to his room and Alex and Skylar walked into the room where they examined the x-rays. Bailey and Cristina were already waiting for them. Skylar handed the x-ray over to Bailey who hung it up and switched on the backlight.
Alex presented the case with Skylar nodding along. Scott was going to stay overnight for observation before being able to go back home. Noises of surprise left their mouths when they saw Lea Seibert's pictures. "Lea Seibert. 43. Multiple fractures on her clavicle and humerus, her 3rd and 4th rib."
"She's either a bull rider or she's abused."
"Kid said the accident was road rage. His old man got cut off in traffic, went ballistic," Alex recounted as he crossed his arms over his chest. That, however, wasn't the story that Cristina had heard. Lea's version had a totally different tone since she was trying to protect her abusive husband. She put up another x-ray of the mother and pointed some more bruises out, which confirmed their suspicions even more. Lea had tried to cover up the real reason for the bruise with a lie, but the doctors saw through it.
"Perinephric hematoma. What do you do?" Bailey questioned.
"It should take care of itself. We'll keep an eye on it. She needs, uh, bed rest and a shrink," Cristina replied when Meredith walked in with her films of Mr. Hubble—her new patient. She smiled at her younger sister and stood next to her. Meredith stated that it was drugs in her patient's abdomen to her resident who was assisting on the case.
"Stupid." She took the x-ray films from the blonde and put them up on an already lit screen. "Stupid, stupid. One burst and he's dead in five minutes. Okay, what do we do?"
"Run his bowel."
"And what does that mean? Yang."
"Uh, running the bowel entails removing all 36 feet of the intestine from the body cavity, hand searching for the balloons and then cutting them out."
"Grey, book an O.R. Yang, Karev, Kepner, you're in. I need all the hands I can get," Bailey told her interns before leaving with Meredith and Cristina right behind her. Alex and Skylar on the other hand were stuck, staring at the x-ray. They moved closer and noticed something strange.
"Are you sure they're balloons?" Alex wondered which made the others stop at the door. Bailey raised her eyebrows and walked back to the two interns.
"You have a reason to believe they're not balloons?" She asked them as she glanced at the images.
Skylar pointed at the screen as Meredith and Cristina walked back into the room as well. "This one has a face," Skylar stated. Bailey had a hard time seeing it so she dimmed the light a bit. The balloons took on a more face-like structure. "So does that one." Everyone looked dumbfounded as they found out that the balloons all had faces.
"They all do," Cristina mentioned.
Bailey recognized the dolls in the patient's stomach. "I'll be damned. They're Judy's."
"Judy's?"
"He swallowed the heads of 10 Judy dolls."
Skylar had so many questions running through her mind. Didn't his gag reflex set in? How did they even get into his stomach? But most of all she was just weirded out. Bailey shook her head as she took one last glance at the screen and left with a sigh. The interns stayed to look, their noses scrunched in disgust.
Skylar was looking down at the floor as she and Alex walked toward Scott's room. She let out a deep sigh, making Alex look at her. He had a feeling that something was up, but didn't ask about it. "Do you think that the kid's gonna be okay?" He wasn't talking about the boy's physical state, but his mental state. His mother was being abused by his father, who also caused them to get into an accident. That would leave a scar somewhere.
"I hope so. He seems like a nice guy, who deserves a better life. No child deserves to be raised in a broken home." Skylar noticed the turn that her words were taking and decided to lighten the conversation. "So, you seem to be getting along well with Izzie?" Skylar teased with a smile on her face while Alex rolled his eyes
"Are you jealous, Skylar? I knew you had feelings for me. You just want me all to yourself," he shot back as he jokingly wiggled his eyebrows. Skylar laughed and nudged him with her arm.
"It's not that, Alex," she shook her head. "But honestly, I'm glad that you're making friends."
"You sound like a mom." They both chuckled as they continued to walk. They reached Scott, who was in one of the exam rooms. They greeted the teenager with a smile and made sure that the bed could be wheeled. After checking that, they moved him out of the exam room and back to his own. When they were moving him, Scott mindlessly hit the railing with one of his hands, looking very upset. They got into an elevator and waited as the elevator door slowly closed.
Alex suddenly told Scott about the man with the Judy doll heads, almost succeeding in making him smile. Skylar was watching Alex in silence and a small smile appeared on her lips. He was trying to cheer the young boy up. "You know when you're little you can hide. You know the shouting, the screaming, you pretend like you're someplace else. Then when you get older, bigger, you feel like you should be doing something. Something to stop it. You know to protect her." Scott didn't stop hitting the side of the bed. "And when you can't you don't know who to be angrier at. Your old man or yourself. Usually it's yourself."
Scott suddenly stopped and looked at Alex. "Did she tell you?"
"She didn't have to? It's all over her films. He's not beating you is he?"
"No, just her. So what do you do about the anger?" The doors slid open.
"Me? I think about the guy who eats doll heads. He's got problems," Alex mentioned as he and Skylar started pulling Scott out of the elevator and into another hallway when Skylar noticed Izzie rushing up to them.
"Hey, I've been looking for you guys," she said.
"It's my father," Scott figured out after he saw the look on Izzie's face.
Scott was lying in bed in his own patient room, while Izzie, Alex, and Skylar were in there with him. Another doctor had checked the movement of Scott's limbs and then handed Izzie a package before leaving the room. Izzie had just let them all know that Scott's father wasn't going to make it with his own liver so they wanted to take half of Scott's. Skylar was standing near the window and looked at the rain outside. She couldn't imagine what the teenager was going through.
"It has to be today?" He asked.
"He won't make it off the table with his own liver. He's bleeding a lot," Izzie answered.
"When you get counseling they tell you not to force it. The decision you know. One day, one moment you just know the right thing to do. It should be easy, right? He's my father."
"Well, it's a tough operation. It'll be a big change in your life," Alex chimed in.
"The upside is that the liver is the only organ that regenerates itself," Izzie informed, which caused Alex to look annoyed. "I mean they'll only take half of yours and it'll be back to normal size in two months. You probably won't be running any marathons any time soon, but—" Alex grabbed Izzie's arm, interrupting her while Skylar focused again and witnessed the scene.
"Dr. Stevens, can I see you outside for a moment?" He pulled Izzie into the hallway while Skylar stayed behind with Scott. She glanced down at him, he was still deciding what he should do. The choice might be one of the most important in his life. The redhead stepped a little closer to the bed and gave him a small smile.
"You are the only one that can make this decision. Nobody can force you to do anything. This might be a hard decision, but I know that you'll make the right one no matter what you choose. Try to forget about what others would do in this situation. This is your choice, Scott."
"I know," Scott replied to Skylar's statement when Slex stomped back inside. Something had happened between the two to make Alex that angry. They shared a look and Alex silently asked the redhead not to ask what had happened. She didn't. The two interns stayed with Scott for a while to try and help him. They tried to at least ease the boy's mind.
Meredith, Izzie, Skylar, Cristina, and George all headed for their usual table with their lunch trays in hand. Meredith was still on edge from her run-in with Addison. The attending had basically tried to convince the blonde that she was not in the wrong, trying to justify why she would sleep with someone else during her marriage.
"It's too much pressure to put on a kid," Cristina began, telling her point of view on Alex and Skylar's patient. "His father's an alcoholic wife beater. There shouldn't even be a question."
"But, if you can save him, wouldn't you feel like, if you didn't, you'd be committing murder?" Izzie questioned, trying to get her point of view across. Skylar just lightly scoffed. Izzie shouldn't even be defending a person who would beat their wife because of a little anger.
"Like the guy did when he crashed into George's DOA?" Skylar sarcastically said. "He's the killer, not his son."
"Aw..." George laughed when he saw what was on their table. "That's sick." Ten headless naked Judy doll bodies sat in the middle of the table like some twisted centerpiece. Skylar laughed when she saw them, going to put her tray down along with the rest of the group.
"Who would do that?" Izzie asked as they all looked around the atrium. They all found Alex sitting at a different table, eating his lunch, observing the group. He made a gesture that seemed like he was silently saying 'Yours truly.'
"Look." Cristina picked one of the dolls up by the foot. "See Judy fly," she said in a strange voice. She harshly tossed it at Alex, the rest of the group chuckling as they sat down. "What's up with you, Red?" Cristina asked when she saw Skylar's scowl.
Skylar just shrugged. "Nothing. Why would there be?"
"You've been all pissy and no fun today. What's up?"
"Oh, and you are?" she rudely said. The interns at the table all looked at her with wide eyes. She sighed, realizing her mistake. A guilty look quickly made its way onto her face.
"Yeah, what's up, Sky?" Izzie questioned this time.
"Nothing," she smiled, wanting the questioning to be done with.
"Hey, George..." Olivia said as she passed by their table, smiling at the boy.
"Hey," he said. Skylar just scowled once again at the redhead. Cristina raised an eyebrow at this, now knowing what was up with her person. But she turned her attention back to the boy.
"What?" George asked when he noticed Meredith and Izzie's stares.
"She's trying to make up with you. You should go over and eat with her," Meredith said, gesturing to where Olivia had sat down.
"No..." George said, glancing at Skylar who was too busy ignoring the conversation and eating her food. "No, I shouldn't..."
"She's cute and she likes you, George. You shouldn't let the..." Izzie trailed off, implying what had happened the last time the doctor and nurse went out.
"Syph," Cristina filled in the blank. The mention of the syphilis made him grit his teeth and sparked a little fight.
"Syph get in the way."
"It's not the syph," George said.
Skylar's pager then beeped. She got up and left without saying a word, causing three interns to give her questioning looks, but Cristina just had a knowing look on her face with a small smirk.
"So the syph," Cristina joked, continuing their conversation.
"It's not the syph."
"Then what?" Izzie asked.
George darted a look at Izzie. Then glanced at the chair Skylar was sitting in. Izzie then got it.
"What?" Meredith desperately wanted to know. She was out of the loop and George had no intention of letting another person know of his feelings. He just shrugged, pretending to not know anything. However, he wasn't a very good liar and Meredith saw through him. "Out with it, George."
George picked up one of the dolls. He absently played with it. If anyone outside their group looked at him it would look like he was a perv, playing with a naked doll made for children but they knew he was just fidgeting.
"There's this other girl..." Izzie said for him.
"Izzie!" George yelled, wanting her to shut up.
"Is it Skylar?" Meredith asked, making the two other girls chuckle at George's shocked face. How did they know? How did they figure it out so easily?
"Is she your other girl?" Cristina questioned, thinking that Skylar might have had a schoolgirl crush on the boy, but nothing as serious as how George felt—she was wrong.
"Not exactly. She's...on the horizon," he explained.
"What's that mean?" Meredith asked.
"It means he has a crush," Izzie explained.
"Izzie," he sternly said. "I don't have a crush. I have a...thing. A thing that is personal. And I'd one day like to build on this...thing. With someone who may or may not be Skylar. With this other girl. Woman. She's all woman."
Meredith suddenly snatches the Judy doll away from George's hands, making him look at her with confusion. "What are you doing?" She questioned.
"With the doll...?" He cluelessly asked.
"With Olivia. What are you doing with Olivia?"
"Um...nothing?"
"No. You're letting her think you're emotionally available. You're letting her think she has a chance. There is nothing worse than thinking you have a chance when you don't have a chance at all! You're stringing her along, George. You're lying to her." Maybe she was letting her personal issues invade the conversation but some of it did apply to George's situation.
Meredith's statement sparked a rage inside Cristina. She didn't want to admit that she saw where Meredith was coming from and realized that Skylar might get hurt. And Skylar was her person, she wanted to protect her. "Meredith is right. Tell her there's someone else. Tell her why, George. I mean, at least give her the chance to have some feelings about it for god's sake!"
"Why are you yelling at me?" He yelled back.
"Because of the estrogen, George! Because of all the estrogen!" Cristina replied in a loud tone, going back to the topic she had with Meredith and Skylar that very morning.
George, Skylar, Alex, and Cristina had to scrub out of Mr. Hubble's surgery—the patient who had swallowed the Judy dolls—to await Scott Siebert's decision. But George had another patient to go to, a donor from Wilkeson General Hospital. The three interns, including Dr. Burke, were all in Mrs. Seibert's room. The mother was sitting upright, looking heartbroken and anxious. She feared that her son wouldn't donate due to his relationship with his father. Scott was sitting in his wheelchair, not looking at anyone, one of his hands was rhythmically banging against the handle of his wheelchair. "When would it happen?" The mother asked.
"We would take Scott to pre-op immediately. The transplant surgeon is on call and waiting. There isn't much time," Burke walked toward Mrs. Seibert's bed.
"Scotty," she pleadingly said and was on the brink of crying. "Scotty." He ignored his mother and continued hitting his fist against the wheelchair before he looked up at Alex. Those two had definitely bonded and had an understanding. Both of them had a rough upbringing. Scott looked down again and finally stopped hitting the handle. He took a deep breath while the others just looked at him. His mother struggled not to cry when Scott lifted his head. He agreed to help his father which was a relief for his mother.
"Let's get him to pre-op. I'll call the sur—" Burke started, already on his way toward the door.
"I have a couple of conditions," Scott interrupted and stared at his mother who sharply looked at him. Burke walked back in while Scott wheeled up to his mother's bedside. "You're gonna tell the cops the truth about what happened in this accident, Mom." His mom looked shocked and looked at the others as if to say help. She glanced back at her son, trying not to cry. "And as soon as we get back home, you and I are moving out. Enough is enough."
Burke walked out of the room and the interns slowly followed, one by one. When it was time to get Scott to pre-op, Burke told Skylar and Alex—who had looked after the teenager—that only one could go because it would be too crowded with the two. He left the two of them alone, giving them the hard decision. They shared a disappointed look. "Look, you should do it," Alex spoke up after a long silence.
"Me? Why?"
"Just accept it, okay? I'm trying to do something nice here."
"Okay, alright." Skylar smiled at the man in front of her. "Thanks, Alex. I won't forget this."
"You better not." Alex turned around and made his way to the locker room while Skylar went to find Burke. He nodded at her before starting to walk to the O.R. where the transplant would take place. They went over what needed to happen and he asked her questions which she correctly answered. With a huge smile on her face, she looked out in the O.R. Skylar was pretty excited, she had never scrubbed in on a surgery like that before. Her day, which was coming to an end, was getting better and better.
Skylar was sitting on a bench against the wall in the intern locker room, already back in her street clothes when George walked in. He stopped for a second when he saw her then continued to his locker which was next to where she was sitting.
"Hey," she softly said.
"Hey." He stood in front of his locker for a second before leaving it and sitting down next to her. "Are you mad at me?"
"What?" She immediately questioned, looking over at him.
"I mean, um, you've, I don't want to be rude, but you've kinda been yelling at me today," he stuttered. Skylar just slightly smiled at his adorableness. But her mind traced back to the fact that he thought she was mad at him. She couldn't believe he made her think that.
"I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you, George. It's just that..." she trailed off, realizing what she was about to say. Instead, she settled for, "I've had a lot on my mind today."
They settled into a comfortable silence. After a minute or so, George whispered, full of hope and excitement. "I saved a woman's life today...I found that a woman who'd been declared brain dead actually had a viable brain."
"I'm proud of you, Georgie." Skylar put her hand into his, one gesture he gratefully accepted. Absentmindedly, his thumb started stroking over the back of her hand.
"I finally got what Bailey wanted me to learn with that patient. You know, why we hump on every dying patient, why we don't give up so easily," he sighed.
"Why?" Skylar asked, genuinely confused. She knew George had a hard time with that patient, but she didn't know why Bailey kept telling them to do tests and procedures.
"If they die. We do everything we can, so we can tell their family that we did everything we could possibly do." Skylar smiled as she looked at the brunette in front of her. Her eyes flickered to his lips for a moment but went back to his eyes. George smiled at her, still stroking her hand with his thumb. "Um, I...I broke things up with Olivia, officially, you know?" He looked back at hers with a mixture of sweetness and intensity in his gaze.
"You did?" She asked, her voice soft.
George nodded along. "I did..." It was like they both felt this magnet pulling them toward each other. So as George leaned toward her, Skylar did the same and for a couple of moments, they shared one of the best kisses either of them had had in their entire lives. Once they pulled away, George cupped her face with his hand as they both smiled at each other. "That—I, uh, I mean—it was..." he mumbled, not knowing what to say, a bit out of it from the kiss.
"It was great," she completed for him.
George nodded along as they leaned their foreheads against each other. And on that night, the only light in the room shining above them, Skylar felt as though she had finally found her place in the world.
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So, Skylar and George's relationship has now started! I can't wait for the drama to come...
