WHAT WE MEND, Grey's Anatomy

PROLOGUE

WHAT WE MEND
PROLOGUE.

THE WORDS Seattle Grace loomed overhead. The letters blaring and gaugy against the concrete scaling of the hospital it belonged too, droplets of water falling from the edges that accompanied the Seattle weather. Odette stood before the entrance, staring as the doors slid open and closed and people flocked in and out. Her nails clenched around the leather strap of her bag, gnawing on her bottom lip. There really was nothing stopping her from running back to her apartment and never coming back to this hospital-

Well, except for the bills she had to pay. Those weren't going to pay themselves. And the fact that she had rent as well, and landlord wasn't the most forgiving lady. And then there was her mother- but that was a subject within itself that Odette did not have time for. "It's now or never." She mumbled to herself, pulling back her shoulders to allow her head to stand high, before marching into the building.

Her heels clacked against the tiles of the hospital, eyes tracking over the sterile white walls that always seemed to accommodate hospitals everywhere. She walked past people who she was sure to assume were doctors based on the scrubs that they wore varying different shades of blue. If her guess was right, those in the navy blue had to be attendings. That, along with the fact that they walked with an aura of swagger and confidence as if they were aware of the power they held.

Then there were the interns who ran around the hospital in light blue scrubs, eyes wide, dreary with purple bags, and bloodshot, whether from lack of sleep or crying. Probably both. And that would probably be her soon, as that's why she was here. THE SEATTLE GRACE INTERNS ORIENTATION sign drew her attention as she walked past it, following an assembly of people who were possibly about to join the same field as she was- though, they probably didn't have to deal with the weight of their family name and those who came with it. Some looked nervous, as if regretting their decision to be here. Others wore an air of confidence, like they knew that they belonged here.

Everyone stood gathered in the auditorium, glancing around at each other and the room as if waiting.

"Each of you comes here hopeful. Wanting in on the game. A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today, you are the doctors." a voice proclaimed, glancing at everyone of them with a critical eye. Odette studied the man as he stood with broad shoulders, hands clasped behind his back. His eyes shined with an expert authority, especially as he stood before them, as if he had done this thousands of times over before. Perhaps he had. "The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst years of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you."

Odette's rosewood colored eyes circled around the room, studying each individual who stood around her. A shinny eyed blonde with an eagerness over being here. An Asian woman with curly black hair stood proud, a smirk masking her face that just bled confidence. A doe eyed man with windswept hair fidgeted, spinning around in circles to get a few of everyone around him while simultaneously trying to not bump into anyone. Another blonde, though this time with more brown coloring her hair, who had came in late seemed to radiate a sense of understanding of the room she was in, like she had either been informed of the area before hand or was just good at faking it. Another man stood smug with his arms crossed, though a look of awe lingered under the surface. Lastly, a tanned skin man who stood beside her with bright eyes that resembled caramel glanced around the room, but said nothing. His expression remained blank, as if trying to hide and not givie anything away.

"Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you."