Pig convention or the art of speaking your mind Chapter 4, a grey's anatomy fanfic

4th Part! Have fun!

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Staying away from your boss was not possible. After their three strange accouters with each other over the last few days, Izzie decided, she would keep her distance for a while. It was obvious, that a connection between them had been made and that it would be even harder for them, if they were constantly around each other. At least it was like that for Izzie, she didn't know what Derek was thinking. But her good intentions over her free day were shattered, being back in real life at the hospital, were they met each other all the time, working together on a case or simply seeing each other in the hallway. And judging from his look when he saw her, he felt the same. Felt the same, what a strange way of putting it. Was she 'feeling' anything or were the strange sensations she was having just a chemical reaction? Something she couldn't control, so it wasn't her fault? Something that started in a stupid pig convention, where emotions and opinions were boiling over, at least on her side? But the longer she thought it through and tried to analyze it, whatever it was, the more complicated and confusing it got.

She was so lost in her thoughts while she walked to their secret deserted hallway, which only they knew about, that she ran into an old hospital bed, that was parked there and forgotten.

"Shit!" she exclaimed and sat down on it to look at her hip bone that hurt the most, it would probably turn blue in a matter of minutes. She pulled her top at to get a better look and a bit of her skin was scraped off. It looked worse than it actually was, she decided and continued on her way.

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Her luck didn't get better that day, she constantly bumped against something with the sore spot and it hurt like hell.

Now she was scrubbing in to assist Derek on a brain surgery, when she tried not to lean against the water basins, what looked really awkward and clumsy.

Then, with all her luck today, Dr. Sheperd walked in and laughed out loud.

"What are you doing Stevens? Are you practicing a new mating ritual?"

"Very funny." she said and turned around, raising her hands up in the air, to keep he hands clean.

"Don't make fun of me when I'm hurt." she said, pouting a bit. She didn't do something wrong, she was just having fun with her boss/roommate.

"Why? What happened?"

"I hurt my hip earlier, it's only a small scratch, but I can't lean against the washbasin."

"Show me."

"No."

He was surprised at her insistence, but then he understood, but decided to tease her a little bit more.

"Come on, I'm not gonna tell."

"I would have to scrub in again!"

"You can't start the operation without me anyway and I'm just coming in, so come on." he hadn't thought she would, but she pulled up her scrub top and pushed down her scrub bottoms a bit and showed him her scratch.

"Ow, I would curl up like a baby in some On-Call room if I were you. It must hurt like hell."

She had a huge hematoma on her hip, it was dark blue and a long scraper ran through it.

"It looks worth than it is."

"Let Dr. Torres have a look at it later."

She rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but that's all I'm going to do."

She turned around again to start to scrub in all over again and Derek joined her.

"Oh and Stevens?"

"Yes?"

"Nice tat."

He had seen it before, but he couldn't resist teasing her.

To be continued...

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