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It has been a week since George, Izzie and I have moved into Meredith's house. Or well her mother's house. It was nice and homey as people would say. With the help of our dad and two older brothers it was easy for us to move in with the extra hands and muscles. Mom on the other hand, was emotional to say the least. The moment George said that we were moving out, she looked at us with watery eyes and gave us each a bear motherly hug. She was sad to see us go but was happy, nonetheless. After moving in, Meredith let us pick out our own rooms.
We were the first to move in before Izzie, so that was good to get the bigger rooms. You first walk in the hallway and to the right was the staircase that led upstairs. To the left was the living room and across from that was the kitchen. Upstairs was the bathroom at the end of the hall, across from that was Meredith's room. There were three other rooms. George picked the room that was closest to the staircase and seemed the biggest out of the three. Which I didn't mind, I had chosen the bedroom that was next to the bathroom and was a little smaller than the other two bedrooms . Since I didn't have too many things or even a lot of clothes, I was nice enough to let Izzie have the bedroom that was the second next biggest room. But that didn't seem to satisfy her to the least.
I was just coming out of the shower I wrapped my towel around me. I looked in the mirror looking at the identical eyes of my brothers looking back at me. We might be of different sex, but we did have a lot of similarities. We had the same skin tone, same colored eyes and the same birthmark on our hands just on opposite hands. I was heading back to my room to get ready for work that day. When I see Izzie coming out of her room and storming over to Meredith's bedroom door and just waiting for her to come out. I was just about to close my bedroom door when I heard Meredith scream and Izzie saying:
"George's room is bigger than mine. I have more clothes I should have the bigger room."
"We got here first." George defended.
"It's Meredith's house, she should decide."
"My room is like, two inches bigger than yours!"
"You have a bigger closet!"
"So? Why is everything always a competition? I – put your clothes somewhere else!"
I heard my brother and Izzie arguing before I closed my bedroom door. I hate conflict. Every time I would get in an argument with ANYBODY, I would get so mad that I would start crying. I don't know why I don't know if it's just a girl thing, but I do and so does my mom. She doesn't mind conflict though, she's a stronger woman then anybody I know.
Thirty minutes later, my hair is dried and straighten. I'm dressed in my blue jeans and short sleeve neon green shirt. I grabbed my bag and walked out of my room. I almost ran into George who had a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You aren't ready?" I ask him.
He knows we have to leave in the next twenty minutes to get to the hospital in time.
"I just have to get dressed." He walks into his room and shuts the door.
"If you aren't ready in the next twenty minutes, I'm leaving you."
He opens the door and gives me a, 'are you kidding me? I smirk at him and walk downstairs. Izzie said that she made a pot of coffee, but I'm not a fan of coffee. So, instead I opted for a glass of orange juice. Luckily there was some left. We all decided to switch off on grocery shopping and this week was mine turn. After work I would have to go shopping.
"George c'mon, Izzie and Meredith have already left. I will leave you if you are not down here in five seconds. …."
George comes running downstairs, runs into the kitchen and grabs his mug of coffee.
"Ready, ready." He says panting.
I sigh heavily. On the way to the hospital, something was bothering me. There was something going on today. I know there was something about this day and it is bothering me. Ugh, I hope this doesn't bother me all day. We arrive at the hospital in fifteen minutes later. Getting into the locker room, I throw on my scrub shirt over my t-shirt I have on, take off my pants and throw my scrub pants on. Just as I was pulling those on, Alex walks by my row.
"Hey." He says.
"Hey." I say back warily.
I close my locker after grabbing my badge and put my hair into a ponytail, as I was turning around. I look to where Meredith and Cristina were sitting and standing, they were giving me, 'what are you doing,' type of look.
"What?" I smirk at them.
"Why are you being friendly with, him?" Cristina asks.
"It's nothing, alright? We made a competition yesterday with the labs, I won the bet and he bought me drinks at Joe's after our shift, it's no big deal."
"Stay away from him."
I look around and at my brother.
"What?"
"I saw him looking at you the other day. He was checking you out. Please, just stay away from him."
"Why?"
"He sleeps around with nurses." Cristina says bluntly.
"She does have a point, he does." Meredith says.
I shake my head and without another word I walk out of the locker room. We meet Dr. Bailey by the nurse's station, she gets straight to the point once again.
"Fools on bikes killing themselves. Natural selection is what it is."
"So, what's up with the Nazi, is she off her meds?" Alex whispers to me.
Then it clicks.
"That's what today is!" I say loudly.
"What?"
"You never heard of the race?"
"What race?"
"Chief! Dead bay bike race stated twenty minutes ago." Dr. Bailey said.
We were walking by the chief, Dr's Shepheard and Burke.
"Alright, people! Dead baby bike race day!" Chief shouts.
Everyone begins to scramble. Another intern wipes off the board to clear all the other surgeries that were up there for the day.
"Every year this bar, they have an underground bike race." I explain, starting to get excited for all the traumas.
I know, I know I sound like a terrible person for hoping someone to be hurt to get into on a surgery.
"Don't you wonder why someone would name a bar so disgusting?" Izzie wonder out loud.
"Keep your panties on, Nancy Drew." Cristina mocks.
"The race is completely illegal, and…" George started to say.
"Crazy, a bunch of bike messengers racing against traffic trying to beat each other for free shots of tequila." Meredith comments.
"All-out, no holds barred competition, sounds like fun." Alex mocks.
"The race doesn't even have any rules. Except eye gouging – no eye gouging." I smile.
"Oh great, we're going to be trapped in the Pit bandaging up idiots when we could be up in the OR." Cristina says. Cristina wines.
"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 questions.
"Men, Georgie, men." I patted him on the shoulder and smirked at him.
"I need someone to get to the OR floor, the chief needs a right hand." Bailey says.
We all raise our hands up at once. Bailey looks at us annoyed.
"McKenna, go."
I walked away from the others. Smiling ear to ear all the way to the ER room. Entering the scrub room, I grab a mask to just hold over my mouth and walked into the OR room.
"Sir, Dr. Bailey sent me int to assist you, should I scrub in?" I ask him.
I was fascinated with this room. Everyone working so digitally.
"No, I'm stuck here all day. I need you on the floor, monitoring my pe and post-ops patients." The Chief says, still working on his patients.
"Oh."
"You got a problem with that, O'Malley?"
"Oh, uh, no sir"
"Oh, a friend of mine in room 4451, Lloyd Mackie? Give him whatever he needs."
"Yes, sir."
I walk out of the OR room a little disappointed that I wasn't scrubbing in. This is only my second week here, so what was I expecting. I walk to the general nurse's station and asked for patient's room 4451. I sighed and walked into the room. Lying in bed was an African American male, on the chart it said he was sixty-seven years old. He had liver cancer. I could tell his eyes were yellow. He was starting to light up a cigarette as well. Wait, what?!
"Mr. Mackie! No smoking! There's no smoking in the hospital."
"Why not?" Mr. Mackie asks.
"You're in a hospital." I said mockingly.
"Your point being…"
"I don't know if you've listened to the surgeon-general lately, say in the past twenty years, but smoking is bad. Smoking will kill you."
I've always hated seeing people smoke. Killing themselves with this drug. I've always hated the smell. Can't stand being around it.
"Liver cancer will kill me. Smoking will just speed up the process."
"You're at the top of the donor list for a new liver. There's hope."
"Sweetheart," He calls me. "I've been at the top of the donor list for eight months. I'm not in the batter's cage. I'm in a dugout, about to be traded."
"I'm taking it you like baseball?"
"No."
"Oh. Um well, the chief wanted me to look in on you."
"Richard's a dear old friend. He's been my doctor for thirty years."
"Well, whatever you need, I'm your man. Just name it."
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
I notice the way he was looking at me. After I wrote down in his charts, I walk back to the nurse's station and hand the nurse back his chart. I went and grabbed some snacks from the vending machine and a soda as well. I went back to the said nurse's station and sat down, getting to work on Dr. Webber's patient's charts. A few minutes later, Alex shows up.
"What are you doing?" He smirks.
One of the nurse hands him a chart.
"Hiding. There's this VIP patient, I think he likes me."
"Well, that's good, right?"
"No, Alex. You don't get it. He likes me, likes me."
"Go for it, dude, get yours,"
I give him a strange look.
"What. Just because he is older than you, doesn't mean anything."
"Ewww Alex, no. Definitely, not that old." I tell him.
"Dude, sorry."
He walks away, being replaced by Izzie and Cristina a few minutes later.
"I found this on a John Doe, it's a hotel key card. I've called the police and they're going to send someone over, maybe they can figure out what hotel he's staying at, get his ID from there. Could you…." Izzie starts saying to the nurse.
"I'll make sure the police gets it."
"Okay. It's just, it's really important. We only have a few hours before we have to declare him, and I'd really like to find his family."
"You want their permission for the organ donation?"
I look up at them interested. What organ donation? I mean, it sucks that the guy died. But it does mean that other people get a chance to live. The idea came to me instantly, if he is the same blood type for Mr. Mackie, he could possibly get a new liver today.
"You have a potential donor? What's his blood type?" I ask eagerly.
"Uh, O-Neg." Cristina answers for me.
I pull out Mr. Mackie's chart, looking at his blood type, he was a match. Out of one in a million, two different people, had the same blood type. I will tell the chief later. I go back to Mr. Mackie's room and start to exam him.
"Do you feel any pain here?" I ask, touching his stomach.
"No. You know, you really do have beautiful eyelashes."
"Well, um, thank you. Uh, what about here?"
"No. And nice eyes. Kind. I like a woman with kind eyes."
"You think I have kind eyes?"
"Mm-mmm"
I pull down his gown and write on his chart.
"What are you examining me for?"
"You know, just routine stuff. You're doing very well." I smile at him.
I didn't want to tell him about his potential new liver. I wanted to confirm it with, Dr. Webber first.
"Because I'm enjoying the view."
Well, he isn't making me uncomfortable.
"Okay….well….I gotta go." I said, looking down at my pager casually.
It was time for lunch, and I was meeting everyone at the cafeteria. I get there seconds after George.
"Hey, how is working with the chief going?"
"Actually, great and not so great." I tell him.
"Give it to me."
"Well, I didn't get to scrub in with him."
"Really?"
"Really. Then, there is this VIP patient of his. He has me keeping an eye on him and he keeps hitting on me."
"What?"
He chokes a little on the bite of his sandwich he just takes and also laughs a little.
"Shut-up, it's not funny."
Soon, Cristina, Izzie and Meredith are in line with us.
"What'd I do?" I ask, Meredith.
She was giving me a look of curiosity.
"How close of a match for the liver is your guy to our John Doe?" She asks.
"Very," I start. "Same type, same size. UNOS couldn't find a better match, why?"
"And he's the chief's VIP, right?" Izzie asks.
"Right."
At this point we have all sat down with our lunch.
"How much would you kill to be in on a transplant surgery?" Cristina asks.
Was she serious right now? I would kill anything to be on that type of surgery.
"You underestimate me. I'm not a baby, I'm your colleague. You don't have to manipulate me, if you want something, all you have to do is ask." I tell her simply.
"We want you to go over to Burke's head to the chief."
"What, why me and not George?"
"Uh, because you are working with the chief right now." Cristina says simply.
I sigh. Not sure of what I just myself into. I mentally agreed with this. I finish the rest of my salad, chips and water and went on the hunt to find the chief twenty minutes later. Someone told me he was in his surgery still. So, I waited by the scrub room door for him to come out. A few minutes later he walks out.
"O'Malley, how's Mackie?"
"Fine, sir. Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I think that, some of the other interns and I might have found a liver for him."
He turns to face me, with a shock expression. Chief pages for Burke to meet us on the general surgery floor. Twenty minutes later Burke shows up. From the corner of my eye, I could see Meredith, Cristina and Izzie staring at us. After chief leaves that just leaves me and Burke. Some odd reason he was giving me a stern look, making uncomfortable and I scrambled away from him. We met in the gallery for the John Doe heart surgery. Cristina, Izzie, Meredith, my brother and I were looking in on Burke working on the heart. Surprisingly, Alex somehow was able to get in on it.
"I seriously hate that guy." Cristina says.
"Alex is vermin. That surgery is ours." Meredith comments.
"At least Burke is doing the surgery. I don't care about Alex. Kenna, you did good." Izzie smiles at me.
I smile at her. Thankful to be on someone's good side at least. Ever since I somewhat been nice to Alex, George has been against me for it. Meredith and Cristina give me odd looks. Izzie is mutual with everyone. So, I feel like the odd one out of the group.
"I'm going to have to dodge Burke for the rest of my career though. He could kill me and make it look like an accident." I tell them.
"The police called," A nurse walks into the gallery said. "They've identified your John Doe his wife is on the way."
Izzie seemed happy about that news and left the gallery room. I was paged to meet Dr. Webber in Mr. Mackie's room. I arrive and the chief gives him the good news.
"Mackie, how're we treating you?"
"Oh, fine. Except that beautiful girl won't let me smoke. You should reprimand her. Make her change bedpans."
I look at Dr. Webber with wide eyes, he smiles at me.
"Mackie, that beautiful girl may have found you a liver."
Mackie stops smiling, glances up at Webber and then to me. His face begins to break up and he looks away. I could tell he is trying desperately trying not to cry. Dr. Webber pats his shoulder, and I turn to leave. I leave the room and head towards the locker room. Upon arrival to the locker room, I've seen Dr. Shephard looking in. He seen me and motions for me to wait. I question to myself as to why. Then I heard it.
"You have got to be kidding me! Okay, I have more important things to deal with than you. I have roommates, and boy problems, and family problems. You want to act like a little frat boy bitch, that's fine," I heard Meredith yelling. "You want to take credit for your saves, and everybody else's? That's fine too. Just two things, don't mess with Kenna and stay out of my face. And for the record, you smell like crap!"
They turn to face us, noticing Derek and I for the first time. I feel humbled for Meredith standing up for me. If they say about Alex, is true. Then, maybe I should take a step back from him. Especially after what I just seen here.
"She attacked me." Alex claims.
Meredith goes to attack him again, but Dr. Shephard stops her.
"You know, you might want to leave. Before I change my mind and let her beat you to a pulp with her tiny ineffectual fists."
He pushes Alex out of the door, and I follow to just let Dr. Shephard calm down Meredith.
"Look, what she said in there isn't all true." Alex tells me.
"So, the only part that might be true is that you do sleep around," I tell him, crossing my arms.
He doesn't say anything. Just looks around me and not at me.
"You know, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt and not listening to everyone was saying about you."
"Well…I-" He started to say.
"No, no." I said, as I was backing away and pointing at him.
I go back into the locker to get changed. Dr. Shephard walks out Meredith still seems annoyed than pissed.
"Thank-you." I said to her.
She turns around and smiles at me. We were starting to get dressed, when Cristina walks in. After I got dressed, I notice neither George nor Izzie has walked in.
"Where's George and Izzie?" I ask them.
"Oh, uh, I think they went home earlier. I've been meaning to ask can I get a ride home?" Meredith asks.
"Yeah, sure." I smile at her.
We didn't talk much on the ride home. To me, she's just my co-worker and roommate, so we don't have all that too much in common. It wasn't uncomfortable or anything. We arrive home and the living room window was showing out dim lighting. We walk in and we see George and Izzie looking at old VCR tapes, boxes surrounding them as well. I look over at Meredith, who didn't see happy about all this.
"Oh, this one is skin grafting!" Izzie shouts.
"Skin grafting? No Way! I've never seen that done before." George says excitedly
"Are those my mother's surgical types?" Meredith asks, obviously pissed.
"We should watch the skin grafting one first."
"Where did all this stuff come from?"
"Oh, I unpacked some of your mother's things. I was upset, and when I'm upset, I like to nest." Izzie explains.
Meredith just stares for a few seconds before moving into the living room and starts to take down the pictures that were up. I stare over at George. He was never like this, snooping around other people personal properties. He thinks that Alex was bad for me, which he was right about. But at this moment, I think Izzie is a bad influence on him.
He finally looks towards me and his smile immediately drops. I look at him disappointed by this action of his. I go into the kitchen to make a sandwich, he comes in a few minutes later.
"What?" He asks.
"Nothing."
"Well, there is a problem apparently."
I sighed and face him.
"You never did anything like this before. You think that Alex was a bad influence on me…"
"What are you-"
"Let me finish, and right now I think that Izzie might be a bad influence on you. Doing rational things and not thinking in somethings."
"You're wrong, Izzie isn't like that. She's nice, funny and caring."
I shake my head and took my finished sandwich upstairs with me. The next day, I am checking on Mr. Mackie. I was still little mad at George this morning. I left without him, he had to find his own way to work.
"I owe you McKenna." Mr. Mackie says.
"No, you don't owe me anything. I'm just happy we found a liver for you."
"Well, when I get out of here, how about I take you and my new liver out for a night on the town? What do you say?"
I look him, a little honored by the request. But I had to deny the offer.
"Uh, Mr. Mackie, no offence or anything, um, you're, very handsome, but I, um, I'm not- I mean, you're not my type because, the age difference and all."
"McKenna, I never was like that towards you."
"You, weren't?"
"Oh, child, please. I'm sick, McKenna, not blind."
"Then….why?"
"Because dying is a get-out-of-jail-free-card. I can be as bold as I want, and there's nothing anybody can say about it. So ,I flirt," He explains. "Haven't you ever been attracted to someone you couldn't have?"
I thought about it. Once a long time ago but haven't since he cheated on me.
"Well, no."
"What's his name?"
"There's no – I'm not – you, this is really not important here."
"Okay, when you're ready to tell me, I'm here."
I smile at him and thankful to know the truth. The OR team arrive and transport him onto the other bed. I was able to scrub in and help with the transplant. This was my first time being in a surgery. I was a little nervous but had to push all that aside. This was Mr. Mackie's transplant after all. Dr. Webber had him already to go, just as the liver arrived. I was able to carry the tin of ice that had the new liver in over to Mr. Mackie. I was very careful to not drop it.
The transplant wen great and Mr. Mackie did good as well. He was already back in his room and I was updating his charts while Dr. Webber looked over him. There was moaning coming from in front of me and I looked up to see Mr. Mackie waking up.
"How'd it go?" He asks.
"Very smoothly." Dr. Webber told him, smiling.
"Damn. That means I'll have to quit smoking."
I go over to the side of his bed and hold his hand.
"Ahhh, the pretty ones always come crawling back."
I smirked and shook my head. After our shift, I once again left George at the hospital to find his own ride home. I got home before anyone got home. Twenty minutes later, Izzie and George arrived and immediately went through Meredith's mother's things and threw a tape into the VCR. I went up to my room to avoid the wrath of Meredith Grey. I heard the door close and shut, while I was studying the notes, I had taken form Dr. Webber's surgery. I was surprised to not hear yelling but laughter. I felt a little left out to what they were doing. So, I put my notes away and went downstairs. I walk into the living seeing the three looking grossed out. George notices me a minute later.
"Want to join?" He asks.
I smile at him Izzie gives me a weary look and Meredith pats the spot next to her. I smile and plop down next her. Grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl George handed me. We all groaned in disgust from what was showing on the television. This was a rough day, but was glad it ended with laughter and old surgical tapes.
