Grey's anatomy.
In which Helena Campos, a surgical intern at Seattle Grace Hospital, tries to navigate a whole new world of medicine, friendship and and a fair amount of drama.
How will she preform in this new arena?
season 1 - on going
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As Helena arrived to the hospital in the morning, she put her stuff on her new cubby, at the resident's lounge. Finding a list of her interns on it, she rushed to memorize the names she knew she'd be calling frequently that year. Dancing throwing the crowds that were forming in the hallways, she mumbled the new names under her breath, a small smile on her face.
Smiling, she pulled her hair back as she arrived to the nurses station outside the intern's locker room. She could see some motion inside, already somewhat missing the excitement of her first day. If there was one thing she liked about interns, was their ever present fascination and excitement.
As she waited, charting, she felt a group approach her, turning to find a nervous looking group of three. "Ok, welcome to Seattle Grace Hospital." She gave them a small smile, preparing to launch onto a speech similar to her own resident's. "I have five rules, memorize them. First rule, don't bother sucking up. I don't know you, which means I don't trust you. As interns, you will make mistakes. It's up to me to teach you how to reduce them." The interns watched her with awe, seemingly absorbing her every word. A tall and tan girl took some notes.
The resident waved towards some material on the counter. "Those are trauma protocols, phone lists and pagers." The interns hurried to grab them, Helena still speaking. "Keep the the binder in your locker just in case, but I expect you to know them by heart by your next shift."
Helena started walking down the hall with a smile, as she motioned for her interns to follow her. "That leads me to rule number two. The nurses will page you. You answer every pager at a run. Not a walk or jog, a run. People's lives are at stake here. Which leads me to rule number three: you respect the nurses, you listen to the nurses. You may think you know more than them, you don't. They have more experience than all of you combined."
Hearing her interns scurry behind her, she kept going. "Your shift started..." Sh glanced at her watch. "Three minutes ago and lasts a total of forty eight hours. You are interns: grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders and give it your all, all of the time. It sucks, but we've all been there, it's how you learn."
As she opened a door, her interns walked inside to look at the room. "On call rooms. Attending's hog them, so you sleep when you can, where you can. So, rule number four: if I'm sleeping, you avoid waking me up. If you absolutely have to, don't be dumb, better to get yelled at, than to have killed a patient, then I'll just have to yell more. In any other circumstance, you ask me your questions. Better to ask stupid questions than to make stupid mistakes."
The girl stopped for a moment, letting out a breath and looking with pride to her new interns.
As the resident had hoped, one of them cautiously raised his hand, his voice nervous. "Hum... you said five rules? That was only four..."
