A/N: All characters and Grey's Anatomy belong to Shonda Rhimes and the CBS crew. McKenna O'Malley and other OC's in the future belong to me.
I am a slow writer. Like I said before as well, I only write when really inspired or just feel like it. I am getting motivated again.
I know we're getting close to season two and the entrance of Mark Sloan. As you all know Mark was in the characters archive of this story and this eventually will be a Mark/OC story. I have so many ideas and changes that will occurred to this show because of that. At some point I will have you guys vote in the future.
Please, please, please, review. Your reviews are what makes me motivated as well. Three chapters in, a lot of favorites and followers, but no reviews. Please review ! Anyway, with further ado, please enjoy
I was on call the previous night with Meredith. Right now, we were watching Dr. Burke's heart surgery up in the gallery. Meredith was assisting him. I don't know how she was, we got here around one in the morning.
"I wish I could hold heart." George complained.
"A monkey could hold a heart." Cristina said.
"George, I need more ice and chips." Izzie said, walking in.
Apparently. she wanted to "A small get together," or a party as George and I are calling it. As much as many people she is inviting to this "get to together."
"Izzie, we said the list was jocks only. Surgery, Trauma, Plastics. Who else?" George questions,
"Just some people from Peds."
"You invited the preschoolers to Meredith's house. The next thing you'll say is you invited the shrinks." Cristina said.
"She invited mental defects. This party's D.O.A" I said.
Izzie gave me a look of annoyance. I just smiled at her.
"You know, Meredith thinks this is just going to be a little, small, meet-your-boyfriend cocktail thing. Did you clear this with her?" George asks.
"No, but I will,"
They give her a look.
"I promise."
Did I forget to mention that Meredith doesn't even know about this, "small get together."
"Why are you wasting the only weekend your boyfriend is in town on a big party? Is he bad in bed?" Cristina asks, jokingly.
"No. I just want him to meet some of my friends." Izzie said.
"Right. Sixty geeks in scrubs are your friends," Her pager goes off. "Bad sex, sucks for you."
"I heard there was apart tonight at Meredith's house." Alex said, walking in.
"Oh really, a party?" Cristina asks, mockingly.
"Uh, news to me." Izzie says.
"News to all of us." I mumbled.
"No party." George said strictly.
After the surgery we went our separate ways. I followed George onto the elevator, he started to read a magazine when the elevator stopped again. Meredith came on, she looked really tired. Of course, we were both on call over-night, so I know how she feels. How she went through that surgery, I don't know.
"You seem to do well in there." I tell her.
"I think maybe I did something to the heart when I was holding it. I nodded off a little. Squeezed it." She explains.
"Oh, please. The heart's a tough muscle. It could take a squeeze or two." George said.
"My fingernail popped the glove. Cut straight through. Guys, what if I punctured Mrs. Patterson's heart."
"If you are that worried about it though, you should tell Burke. The worst he would do is yell at you." I tell her.
George finally stops readings his magazine and walks over to Meredith.
"If…. If you had punctured it, you would have known when they perfused. They got her heart beating. The woman's okay." George said.
"So, I shouldn't tell him." Meredith suggest.
"Tell him what? You know, um, nothing happened. The woman's okay, right?" George asks her.
"She's okay."
"She's fine."
"She's fine."
"Don't come to me and tell me I'm right later." The elevator stopped and George and I got off.
We were on Bailey's service today. We meet her and Dr. Webber in an X-Ray room. We walked in and seen them looking at an X-Ray scan.
"O'Malley's, pleasure for you two to join us." Dr. Webber said.
"What do you see, George?" Dr. Bailey asked.
George stepped closer to the scan to look at it better.
"Hyper-inflated lungs, clouded with bullae, seriously diminished capacity. She must be having trouble breathing." He explains.
"Course of action, McKenna?"
"I would do a, bullectomy procedure, remove the bullae, reduce the pressure." I tell them.
I was surprised to hear myself speak so confidently.
"Says here we operated on her back in '99, so Mrs. Drake has been though this before, but her through anyway. And resist the snit-smoking lecture, she feels bad enough already." Dr. Webber said.
He leaves. George walks over to Bailey, who both of us are still studying the scans,
"So, you think if they put pictures of these on a pack of cigarettes people would stop smoking?" He asks.
I turn to give him a look, I wasn't alone as I seen Bailey give him one as well. He looks away from her and sees me looking at him too. He looks away awkwardly. George and I needed to inform Mrs. Drake of what's going on.
"The surgery before was supposed to help, but it…it never felt right." She says, taking off her glasses.
"Probably would have been a good idea to quit smoking." George says bluntly.
I give him yet another look. Well, he wasn't all that wrong, but still.
"I did! Four packs a day habit. Oh, it was hell."
"Here you go, Mrs. Blake." A nurse walks in giving her an extra blanket.
"It didn't do any damn good." Mrs. Blake continues.
"Really? Because it looked, I mean, from the damage, we all thought you probably were still smoking." George still declares.
"Cold turkey. Five years ago. What do I get for my trouble? I still had to quit my job at the restaurant. But even sitting, it hurt," She explains. "Nobody believed me. They all said it was in my head."
"We've seen the films, Mrs. Drake. It's not all in your head." I tell her.
""You're right about that. Hey, come here," We move closer to her. "You're two are too damn young to be a doctor."
"Hey." We both said.
"What?"
"We're older than we look."
We start to wheel her away.
"I think it's your best option.
"Straight-shooter, huh."
"Yes, ma'am." We said.
"I like that."
After Mrs. Drake, was prepped up and ready in the OR. We paged Dr. Webber and Bailey. We just finished scrubbing when they walked in. We were allowed to scrub in today. The first time scrubbing your hands feels great. After a few times of scrubbing though, my hands were starting to feel raw every time now. A few minutes later, they put the scope in to see what was wrong.
"We call this a spaghetti procedure. We cut and deflate the bullae to facilitate gentle manipulations of Mrs. Drakes lung." Dr. Bailey explains.
"Dr. Bailey, do you see that? " Dr. Webber asks.
"Sir? Oh, my ever-lovin…"
"We need to open her up. I'm taking out the scope." Dr. Webber says.
"You heard him, people. Let's move."
"Lights. Let's get set up. Ten blade. Get the scalpel ready. Towel."
"Rib spreader.
"Suction."
After opening her up. It took them a little longer to find the source of what they've seen with the scope. They then started to pull out something black out of her.
"Is that."
"A towel?"
George and I asked.
"Do you two do that often?" Dr. Bailey asks.
We both shrug.
"Get a pan."
"Where did that come from?" George asks.
"Best guess, her surgery five years ago." Dr. Webber, suggests.
"Something careless this way comes." Dr. Bailey said.
After surgery we were walking down the hallway, discussing the towel. Well, Webber and Bailey.
"A towel." I comment, still in shock about it.
"Not good." Webber said.
"She complained about pressure on her chest. Said nobody took her seriously." George said.
"Not good for the patient, not good for the hospital. Not good." The chief continues.
"McKenna hit the files. Find out everything you can about that initial operation. Who was in that room, who was responsible for closing? George, you stay with the patient. Keep her happy, she seems to like you."
"Right, okay, um, how long do you think I mean just technically, I'm off at 6:00." He starts to complain.
I sigh and shake my head. Why was he worried about going this party anyway? This was Izzie's party to just show herself off to her, "boyfriend." Plus, she STILL hasn't told Meredith.
"Am I invited?" Bailey asks.
"Excuse me?" George questions.
"Am I invited to the party?"
"Oh! You, well , yeah. Yes. Yeah. Of course," He stumbles.
I exhale loudly after she walks away.
"What was I supposed to say?"
"Huh-huh, you're right. I need to look for Mrs. Drake's file. You have fun with explaining to the others that our boss is coming to the 'party'.
I finally find the file room, after asking the nurses where it was. I looked through a few cabinets before I found Mrs. Drake's file. I was looking though it and it says that Dr. Burke was the surgical fellow in the O.R. for the Mr. Drake's operation in 1999.
"Oh shit."
I look up and immediately left the room to find the two head doctors on this case. But seeing Dr. Burke's name wasn't the only one in this file either. I found Dr. Bailey later. I gave her the file and she seemed shocked to see the name I seen too.
"So, what happens now?" I ask.
"Now, you keep this to yourself while we work it out. Do this for me."
I nod and walk to the cafeteria to grab sack. I heard my pager go off and it was paged by Dr. Webber. On my way there, I wonder if Dr, Bailey told Dr. Webber of the file. I walk around the corner and was surprised to see Meredith, Cristina and George as well.
"You got called before the chief?" George asks.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yup."
"Tomorrow morning. I could get kicked out of the program. I could, right?" Meredith freaked out.
"I'm guessing you told Burke?" I asked, her sitting down.
"You're not getting kicked out." George reassured her.
"Patterson's are just going to sue." Cristina said.
"Patterson is not going to sue and you're not getting kicked out." George said.
"What the hell are you thinking. Telling Burke. So stupid." Cristina said.
"I told her not to." George said.
"I told her to right away. So, something like this wouldn't happen." I told them.
"Yeah, that's real smart." Cristina smirks.
I smirked at her back.
There was a ring and Meredith said that she had to take that.
"I'll watch your books." George told her.
Meredith walks away and was replaced by Izzie, she was holding a coffee, a banana, water, pudding and other things in her hand. Cristina takes the coffee and banana. George takes the pudding and hands me the water bottle. I smile at her and she smiles back.
"Ok, so the beer's coming at seven o'clock and some of the floor nurses are bringing wine." She says.
"You invited nurses? Ugh." Cristina questions and complain.
"Did you clear this with Meredith?" I ask her.
"A few more people isn't to make a difference. Okay? A party's a party."
"And the bigger the party, the less time for bad sex with the hockey player." Cristina said.
"Would you stop saying that?" Izzie asks.
"Ok."
"Hank and I have great sex."
I tried not to laugh when she said his name. Cristina doesn't by what she says and to be completely honest, I don't either.
"In fact, we'll probably have sex after the party, or during the party." Izzie declares.
"As long as you clear it with Meredith." I tell her.
"Hank just needs to realize that doctors can have fun. We're not all workaholics with God complex." Izzie said.
"We ARE workaholics with God complexes." Cristina declares.
Izzie gives her a look. George was messing with an inflated glove and even drawn a face on it and shown it to Izzie. I went to a quite place to study. I want to go home after this, but with Izzie's party going on, I don't think I would get any peace or quite there. So, I think I will just go ahead and stay here for the night, try to sleep somewhere. A few minutes later, George walks in.
"Hey, are you coming home to the party?" He asks.
"Um, no, I think I'm gong to stay here. Just in case they need a night shift person."
"You do know that your off tonight, right?"
"Well, I really don't want to impress Izzie's boyfriend, right now."
"Okay then. Well she isn't going home right away, and Mer has already left. So, she asked me to go home to get things set up. Cristina's coming too."
"Have fun, I'll be home tomorrow." I tell him, turning around back to my books.
He walks out shutting the door behind him. It was a quite night over-all. I did manage to find an empty hospital bed in an empty hallway. It wasn't as comfortable as my bed at home, but it was better than nothing. The next day was a little rough, sleeping in a hospital bed was taking. George paged me to meet them outside of Meredith's meeting who was with the chief and Burke. I grabbed a nutrient bar on the cafeteria. I arrived and seen George, Cristina and Izzie standing not to far from the room of Meredith's meeting.
"Morning." George said, upon my arrival.
"Morning. You look like shit." I commented.
"Gee, thanks."
I smile at him.
"How was the party?"
"Fun, actually. You missed out."
"I bet I didn't miss out on much."
We sat in silence for a minute before Izzie spoke up.
"So, what do you think?"
"Fifty says Meredith gets tossed out on her ass and Burke walks away clean." Cristina bets.
Great, this is the whole George thing again. Why do we have to always bet on, everything?
"Please, be nice to her." George said.
The door opened ten minutes later. Dr. Webber steps out, Meredith follows after him and so does Burke. She was walking over to us, when Dr. Shephard stopped her. We were waiting for her to finish talking to Dr. Shephard when Dr. Bailey walked in front of us.
"Don't you all have something better to do? C'mon people, move!" She tells us.
We all scrambled away. I latter went to find Dr. Bailey to see what happened to Mrs. Drake's towel incident.
"Dr. Bailey?"
"Yes, O'Malley?"
"I was just wondering what is going on with Mrs. Drake?" I ask her.
"That is none of your concern, O'Malley." Bailey told me.
"I know, I was a little worried is all."
"Don't be. Dr. Burke is apologizing to her right now."
"Oh okay, thanks for letting me know."
"Mhm."
I finished my shift that day and George drove us home. I was incredibly exhausted. Not getting enough sleep the previous night and working a double shift as well could take a toll on you. I went inside and took a quick a shower, before plopping into bed. I don't care is it was just turning six o'clock in the afternoon, I was tired, and I was going to pass out in bed.
