Do you ever see someone else and think, 'wow. God must hate me.' Cuz he spent so much time on them and for me he got lazy.
These are the lyrics of the Catie Turner song Logan is playing on a blue tooth speaker as he cuts into the stomach of his friend James. Only he doesn't know it's his friend. Tied down to the table this beautiful creature is screaming because he hasn't had his anesthesia. Logan has no idea James is even screaming so on he cuts.
The rise in the chimes sends a gust of wind down Logan's spine and Caties whimper finds those ears of his. The chest separates and he's able to see inside where two bones have been popped out of place within the right side of the ribcage. He holds out a gloved hand, "Bone saw."
And a scrub nurse hands it to him in silence. Face hidden behind a mask.
Another surgeon enters the room, "What have we got?"
"Ah. Dr. Grey. I'm glad you could join us. How's the injured inturn." He asked.
Oddly enough with the chime of the song in unison she said, "They got lucky."
He nods, "Could you lend me a hand in here? Our bone surgeon is out for the day and I haven't been able to reach him."
Meredith Grey, a fictional character on Grey's Anatomy by Shonda Rhymes, nods and exits to scrub in. How is it that she's here? What purpose does this outlandish illusion serve? I tell you there is none. Just continue to follow along and allow yourself to slip into the story. After all, that is why you're here.
The neon lights of green cascade upon them. The monitor reads the charts. Hostile but steady.
"His heart shouldn't be beating this fast." Complains Dr. Mitchell.
Meredith, who is holding open a cavity with her gloved hands, nods and tells him, "You don't want to go down that road doctor. Just keep going."
She's right. The procedure is almost complete. He must remain focused and ready.
An hour goes by. Blood is all over the ground. His toes squish in his shoes and Dr. Mitchell steps away from his stitch work. The nurses and Meredith Grey are clapping for him as though this was an excellent scientific accomplishment.
"He got Lazy." Katie Turner whispered at the end of yet another repeat. This one song played over and over throughout this chaos and Logan believes she honestly saved this young strangers life.
Still he hits the off switch on his Bluetooth and walks out of the room.
When it shuts the lights switch from green to blue and the face of someone new is crying vehemently as his mind comprehends what he's just been through. Woozy from lack of blood, but too sore to fall asleep he rolls in agony with strain on his veins enough to burst one of what few good ones remain and James starts to hallucinate.
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There are four interns standing in the common room staring out at the many patients. The tall and determined man with a plan; Xander. The intelligent and understating gentleman; Quillard. The charming and relaxed pretty face; Zayden. And finally, the meek, naaive, and dreaming hoodie with a bashful eye peeking out beneath his hair helmet; Kax.
They leer so near to one another and usually in the same pose. Zayden, all beautiful beneath swaying lights sitting on the nearest counter. Then from him left you have Studious Quillard with his notebook and pen pressing his back to Kax. Kax who's all short always faces the people in the room as if seeing them from behind a wall. Then finally on the far right we find Xander with his arms folded in indifference facing the other three to look over them when no one else will.
"Dr. Mitchell expects us to be perfect." Says Kax.
He doubts himself.
Zayden rolls his head to the side to look over his left shoulder at his small brother. Well, at least the back of the boys head. The four of them are quadruplets and while Zayden knows he's pretty he'll never understand his brother's confusion. So he smirks, "Just keep practicing your stitch hand okay?"
An older gentleman rides a spin bike out in the common room as a woman behind him with scraggly black hair draws with crayons on a blue piece of paper. A pair of children with matching stripped red pajamas help a one legged boy jump rope. Three little old ladies watch static on a screen and laugh.
"It's almost time boys?" Says Xander.
Quill looks up from the page, "We'll want to be early if we're going to impress the boss."
He's right, so Zayden slowly glides off the desk and the four of them pile out into the hallway in a single file line. Zayden comes his thick fluffy hair, Quillard slides his pencil into his right ear, Kax tightens his hoodie's draw strings, and Xander tucks his hands down into the back pockets of his jeans.
The shuffle into the locker room the interns this semester will all share. Co-ed. How lucky they feel to be on Dr. Mitchell's right hand's service. Meredith Grey. The one and the only. It's in silence they get dressed. Bright purple scrubs that seem to shimmer like the cosmos. Each one of them looks like a creature from another world with tan faces, plump pink lips, bright blue ocean eyes, and hair of sun golden yellow aside from Kax who's hair is as black as the void of space with no stars and skin as pale as the moon. Same plump lips, eyes, and features. Only so different he does look with an expression of woe. Does he possibly know?
Impossible... right?
As they finish pulling the drawstrings and all the other lockers slam that the other interns may leave it's Quillard who speaks out, "I'm holding onto a note."
This phrase has always gotten his overlooking brother's attention. Xander was quick to spin his face as he tied off the strings on his cap, "Don't hold out. You've already spoken."
"I just." He thought about sharing what he saw in the OR earlier that evening. Could he have possibly done anything to help? And what if it was nothing? All a part of the project. If he spoke out he could be humiliated later and that's one thing this boy fears more than losing his siblings. how he loves them so, "I feel that I'm not fit to do this job."
Xander put a hand on Quillards left shoulder, "If you're not then none of us are."
A flash across Kax's eyes. A dark image. He sweeps over to look upon Quillard's face, "You are a superstar. Never doubt it."
Zayden's right hand slaps the small of Quillards back and the four of them exit the room just as the latecomer finally decides to show up. Quillard is the one who looks back at her, "Hurry. Dr. Mitchell's meetings are not something you want to miss."
"Dr. Mitchell?" She cocks a brow.
Oh, how shocked he looks at the idea someone might not know his hero. Shock morphs to excitement, "You're going to love him. This is going to be great."
Lucy stone stands alone in a room that is suddenly blue and she can see her breath. Also her hands feel real again. For the longest time it felt like they'd been moving through water. Who had she just seen? Why did he seem so familiar?
She reaches a locker, pulls out the slip she's been carrying around since she woke up in the nurses office with her scratches all patched up. Upon it reads the number, "74"
She lays a hand down on it and a bright pink line slides between her palm and the metal upwards. Then it cracks open and she helps it the rest of the way. Inside she finds the bright purple scrubs and thinks for a moment.
A memory finds her. One of that girl. Her Costar, Kaitlyn Tarver. Why does the name Jo fit so much better? Why did she never stop calling herself Lucy Stone? She knows her real name, she simply does not care. Something similar is happening here. So why does she feel completely normal slipping into the uniform?