HEART RATE | Karev, A

01

S1 E1

First days were never fun. New people, new surroundings and never knowing where you are going so you end up in the men's clothes when you should be in the makeup. Sorry, retail.

Frankie had gone through her fair share of awkward firsts. Her first charity gala was a train wreck. Red wine everywhere.

However this first felt different to the rest of them. This one felt better, more balanced and calm.

"AHH SHUT THE HELL UP" FRANKIE slammed her hand onto the 'STOP' button on the alarm clock that sat on the bedside table next to her bed in her overly messy bedroom. No judgement. Can you even call a hotel room your bedroom?

The clock read 5:00am. Who wants to be late on their first day? No one. Frankie's father had drilled these words into her head for as long as she could remember. "Punctuality is everything"

The floor was lined with empty takeaways boxes and clothes from over a week ago.

Frankie quickly made her way to the shower to have the quickest shower in existence. She had never been a morning person. Not since the day she was born.

After squeezing everything else that was essential into the 30 minutes she had left she managed to make it out the door on time and into her car. Apparently her father's words didn't really mean that much after all.

The OR was always her favourite part of a hospital, close second was the gallery.

"Each off you comes here today hopeful, wanting in on the game." Richard Webber spoke as all the other interns gathered round. Each with name tags on. "A month ago, you were in med school, being taught by doctors. Today... you are the doctors" DR Webber opened a door to an OR room with an empty bed in the center. All the interns filled out into the room looking and inspecting the room, hopeful that one day they will be doing the biggest surgery off their life in this room.

"The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five off you will crack under the pressure."

"Two off you will be asked to leave."

"This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play, That's up to you."

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"Okay, Martin, Robinson, Bond, Hawkins." A doctor calls into the intern changing room.

Frankie quickly pulled her normal top of and switched it with her light blue scrub top.

"Only six women out of twenty"

"Yeah. I hear one of them's a model. Seriously, that's gonna help with the respect thing?" The intern with black curly hair was fixing her scrubs.

"Gotta do what you gotta do" Frankie shrugged

"Wow, I love your accent. Where are you from?" The blonde smilled.

"Oh, im from England but i moved here when i was 16. Guess i never lost the accent" Franke chuckled.

"I'm Meredith Grey" She stuck out her hand for Frankie to shake

"Frankie Lawson, and your Cristina right?" The blonde shook Merediths hand as her blue eyes diverted to Cristine.

"Patton, Monroe..." One of the residents called into the small and person filled locker room.