Prolouge
I grew up in a hospital, no i wasn't homeless, or sick, i had a family. My mother was a surgeon, and my father was never really in the picture. He was also a surgeon, in the same hospital, but he wasn't really my father. My parents fought, all the time, about everything. There was never any time I can remember where they were happy. Anyways, it wasn't ever a question if I would be in the medical field or not. By age 7 I could suture a facial laceration with no scarring, thanks to the nice plastics chief who would occupy me because I hated the daycare. By age 10 I could recite all the parts of the brain and explain them. It was expected of me by the media to become a great surgeon like my mother, Katherine Pierce. The award winning Neurosurgeon, or my father. Alex Woods, the amazing cardiothoracic surgeon. Don't get me wrong, they were amazing surgeons, but they weren't the best parents. So I was never really inspired to be like them, of course I wanted to be a surgeon, but I didn't want to do it for fame or money, I wanted to do it to save lives. Fast forward about 12 years and you get me now, 22 entering my internship at Manhattan's Hospital. Welcome to my life.