New Friends? New House?

It's the day after our first day. Had the day off yesterday, feeling refreshed for this day. We got to the hospital just as everyone else had. We walked into the hospital and waited for the elevator to take us to our floor to the locker room. I stepped in and so did George and Izzie. It seemed that her and George were already kicking it off as friends. I've noticed that Meredith and Cristina were talking like old friends, even we all just met the previous day.

Arriving into the locker room, we went to our row and lockers, got dressed into our scrubs, nametag and all. We were paged by Dr. Bailey to meet her on the third-floor nurse's stations for our rounds and assignments. On our way to that said location, George mentioned that he saw a poster for a few rooms for rent by Meredith. He was going to jump at the chance and ask her for us to move in. We were looking for our own apartment but weren't having any luck with anything. That's why he was ecstatic about asking Meredith to move in.

"Why do you put up posters for roommates if you don't want roommates?" Izzie asks, walking besides Meredith and George on the other side of her.

"I do want roommates, we're together a hundred hours a week, you want to live together too?" Meredith asks, while explaining.

"No. Ooh, you're bringing bribes now?" Cristina asks, jokingly.

I notice that Meredith was holding two cups of coffee .

"Who's the other coffee for?" I ask her.

She just smiles innocently at me looking over her shoulder.

"I need a place to live. Our mom irons our scrubs. I have to get out of there. We have to get out of there." George explains to Meredith.

"It's not a bribe, I don't think it's a good idea."

"But we can put down last, first and deposit."

"It's totally a bribe." Cristina smirks at her.

"I can cook. And I'm an obsessive cleaner." Izzie explains.

"So am I. But you two don't see me bothering her." I tell them.

Thank you, Kenna. No. I just want three total strangers who I don't have to talk to, or be nice to, and it's not a bribe, it's a mocha latte."

We arrived at the nurse's station, where Dr. Bailey was already waiting on us.

"George, you're running the code team, Meredith, take the trauma patients, McKenna, deliver the weekend labs to the patients, Izzie, you're on sutures, Cristina, lab work-ups." Dr. Bailey gives us our assignments

"Dr Bailey. I was hoping to assist you in the OR today, maybe do a minor procedure? I think I'm ready. Mocha latte?" Meredith asks.

So, that's what the coffee was for.

"If she gets to cut, I want to cut too." Cristina says.

"Yeah, me too." Izzie and I said.

"I wouldn't mind another shot I mean if everybody else is..." George says.

"Stop talking. Every intern wants to perform their first surgery, that's not your job. Do you know what your job is? To make your resident happy. Do I look happy? No. Why? Because my interns are whining. You know what will make me look happy? Having the code team staffed, having the trauma patients answered, having the weekend labs delivered, and having someone down in the Pit, doing the sutures," She takes the coffee. "No one holds a scalpel until I'm so happy I'm Mary freaking Poppins."

"Mocha latte my ass." Cristina whispers.

"Why're y'all standing there? Move! They move." Bailey shouts.

Everyone else scatters.

"It's going to take me all day to get through these." This is going to take me all day.

I said, looking at the large stack of folders in front of me.

"Then get started." Dr. Bailey

"Oh, uh, I wasn't complaining. I-I don't-" I stuttered.

"This intern was reassigned, so he's mine, now," Bailey said. "Have him shadow you for the day. You show him how I do things."

To my disappointment, it was Alex.

"This is going to be fun." I tell him.

"Shut-up."

I smirk at him. Still remembering the day before. I told Alex all the rules Dr. Bailey had told us on day one. He didn't seem to care at all, but I didn't care that he didn't care. If that made since. We were in another patient's room telling them that she doesn't have cancer.

"You have a disorder called multinucleate cell angiohistiocytomum. It's not a cancerous sarcoma, it's very rare but minor. You'll be discharged today." I tell them.

"I don't need a surgery?" She asks again.

"No, ma'am you don't."

"I - I'm not going to die, I'm fine?" She asks again.

"You are completely fine ma'am."

The family laughs with relief. Unlike the other rooms, one of the family members came up to me and hugged. I stiffened at first but padded her back.

"I don't mind being hugged, but I don't know why I have to be the one who gets hugged."

"Because. I don't do that. Besides, you're the ovarian sister here."

"Did you just call me an ovarian si- an ovarian - since when has the possession of ovaries become an insult?"

"Meredith's carrying a penis around in a jar." George announces randomly.

"Oh, from the rape surgery?" Cristina says.

She gets up to look.

"Yeah, and it's not a jar, it's a cooler." Meredith defends.

"Talk about taking a bite out of crime."

She leaves. After we eat, Alex and I get up and go back to our charts.

"Don't people get sick anymore?" I ask.

"I mean, how are we supposed to get any OR time if everyone's gonna just live?" Alex asks.

Okay, I know you're mean, but I'm never really this mean."

Alex gives me a look.

"Look, I'll take ten, and you take ten. Get in, get out. No smiling, no hugging, no letting them cry, just be quick about it." I hand him half the charts.

"You're the one that's slow."

He takes his half from me as I scuff at him.

"I am not the one that's slow. You are slow."

"You wanna bet?"

"Yeah, you're on."

One by one we each were in and out of the patient's rooms.

"Which could've seen you with an autoimmune disease."

"What does that mean?" A patient asked.

"We're not going to amputate your leg." I told the patient.

"Congratulations. You can go home today." The patient tries to hug me.

Unfortunately, they succeed. Trapping me between them and the wall behind.

"Congratulations. There's nothing wrong with you. You're gonna be fine. Congratulations." I told yet another patient.

More and more I could tell in my voice I was getting disappointed that we weren't finding anyone who needed surgery. I know I know I sound like a bitch. Wanting to have someone to be sick or something so I could get in on a surgery. I was glad for the families of course, but I would like at least one, one, so I could step inside an O.R.

"My head hurts." Alex complains.

"Maybe it's a tumor." I muttered.

"Yeah, you wish I had a tumor."

"Look, I'd rip your face off if it meant I got to scrub in."

Alex and I were in the hallways as we inters have deemed as our spots. He was lying down in one of the empty spare beds, I was sitting in a wheelchair across from him. Minutes later, Izzie walks in, followed in by George.

"I have been suturing all day. My hands are numb." Izzie complains.

"Welcome to the club," I also complain. "My hands still hurt from yesterday. Glad you got that today.

"At least you're helping people." George says tiredly.

"At least you get to practice freaking medicine." Alex said.

"I had to send one Chinese lady away. She was like, camped out down there." Izzie said.

"Oh, poor Izzie, turning away patients, boo-hoo." Cristina mocks.

Meredith comes in a few minutes later.

"So, the police say that they can't send down the crack crime scene guy for hours. So, I have to spend the night with a penis. Alex don't say it." Meredith was still holding the cooler from earlier.

"Ahh, it was too easy anyway." Alex replies.

"Who here feels like they have no idea what they're doing?" George asks us.

Everyone raises their hands, except Alex. Who was just looking tired.

"I mean, are we supposed to be learning something, because I don't feel like I'm learning anything."

"Except how not to sleep." Izzie adds.

"It's like there's this wall, and the attendings and the residents are over there, being surgeons, and we're over here, being..." Cristina said.

"Suturing, code running, lab delivering penis-minders." Meredith said.

"I hate being an intern." Alex complained.

"I just want to be in an O.R." I tell them.

They mumble or just agree with me. Bailey comes in and looks expectant. We immediately get up and leave without her having to say a word. We finished our assignments by ten o'clock that night. We were all wiped out and sitting in the locker room.

"I need a drink, a man or a massage. Or a drunken massage by a man." Cristina says.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask, looking over at my brother.

"Lost five patients on the code team today. I feel like the angel of death."

"George, 95% of all code patients can't be revived. Most of them are seriously dead before you even get there." Cristina says.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me that when I was going on and on about how great it was going to be?" George questions.

"Okay, fine, George, Kenna and Izzie, you can move into the house."

"YES! Yes!" George shouts.

"I can't believe you caved!" Izzie shouts.

George and Izzie hug. I was taken aback from Meredith's answer. I wasn't all that worried about moving out and into a new place.

"Yes!" George shouts again.

George hugs me before dancing with Izzy.