"𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
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In which the merge of Mercy West and Seattle Grace turned out to be okay after all.
(jackson avery x oc)
(season 6- ?)...
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As a surgical resident, there is nothing worse than a night E.R. shift. It is chaotic and the main reason I could never be a trauma surgeon. I prefer order. This is when I am tested the most.
How much can one actually accomplish in an hour, anyway? Run an errand, maybe? Sit in traffic? Get an oil change? When you think about it, an hour isn't very long. 60 minutes. 3,600 seconds. That's it.
In medicine, though, an hour is often everything. We call it the golden hour. That magical window of time that can determine whether a patient lives or dies.
I am going a mile a minute. Taking one chart and passing it on to a nurse. Taking a new chart and assessing the case. It was just me tonight, too. Meredith and Derek were having a date night. Cristina was just sitting on her ass, fist deep in a bag of chips.
"Are you gonna help me at all or are you just gonna sit there and eat potato chips?" I asked her.
She looked up at me. "I performed four back-to-back fem-pop bypasses today. This is the first chair I've seen since 7:00 A.M., and this is the first food I've had since yesterday. I choose potato chips." She replied and tipped her head back.
The phone then started to ring. I was writing down my charts. As her mouth was full, she pointed to the phone, "You might want to get that."
Is she kidding?
I rolled my eyes and picked up the phone. We have a pediatric case coming in. As I was on the phone, Cristina still spoke. "You brought this on yourself, you know? You volunteered to run the E.R."
She may be right, but I felt bad. And, Chief Resident elections are coming. I want to look good for it.
"We've got a suspected appy on a 10 year old. Let's page Robbins." I said to the nurse and then turned to Cristina. "I saw a need and I filled it, like any good Chief Resident candidate."
"Sadomasochistic Chief Resident candidate maybe. Hey, does Jackson know his girlfriend is sadistic and masochistic? Are you like this in bed?" Cristina went on. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, my god, you definitely are. You like pain in bed!" She exclaimed.
"I do not like pain in bed, Cristina. I like orgasm's in bed. There's a difference." I replied and went around the counter to file some charts.
"I always had a feeling you were the kinky one. Meredith seems too vanilla." She replied. I laughed.
"You seem too self-absorbed. Has poor Owen had an orgasm since you've been together? Or if I remember correctly he came within the first 3 minutes. Then again, it was so fuzzy because it was so fast." I told her. She was quiet for a moment.
"I liked you better when you weren't getting any." She huffed.
"What can I say? I have good sex now and I know what bad sex is like." I shrugged.
