Grey's Anatomy One Shots and Imagines

George O'Malley- Awkward (c)

Working in a morgue at a hospital may seem morbid but you enjoyed your job. You rarely had to speak to people, and you got to work on your passion in medicine without having to worry about killing anyone as everyone you worked with was already dead.

You were working on a routine autopsy today and everything seemed to be going okay. Work was slow so you had time to focus on this autopsy without fear of missing anything of getting behind on work. As you were cracking the ribs of the person on your table, you heard the door open behind you. You didn't pay much attention to it until you were done with what you were doing.

Turning around you saw a man in scrubs in the doorway, his face looking pale.

"Sorry," you smiled, taking off your gloves and eye protection. "Is there something I can help you with? People rarely come down here for just a chat."

"That was something," he whispered, looking as though he was about to lose his lunch.

"You're a surgeon, right?" You asked, referencing the colour of his scrubs. "Shouldn't you have cracked a chest before?"

"Oh... well I have but you're just so small, it looked far more gruesome and needing a lot more effort seeing you do it. I guess it was rather impressive, really," he said, starting to ramble a little.

You let out a little laugh. You'd never met this surgeon before, but he seemed nice, even if he seemed a little bit awkward; it wasn't as though you weren't a rather socially awkward person yourself.

"Thank you," you smiled. "It does take a lot of blood, sweat and tears. Luckily this guy won't need to recover from my sloppy work."

"It didn't look sloppy. You did better than I could ever do."

He trailed off, running a hand through his brown hair. Normally you didn't like people coming down to your morgue, but you enjoyed his company. He seemed nice and sweet and you weren't instantly repulsed by him which you were by most people.

"I didn't catch your name."

"Oh... um... I'm Doctor O'Malley," he said softly. "But um... call me George... because, y'know, that's my name."

You couldn't help the little snort laugh that escaped you, sending your face into a reddened flush. He offered you a smile, enjoying the slightly awkward noise you made.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you, George."

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