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?
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Season 8, episode 23
"Where are we with Avery?" Owen questioned, a whiteboard filled with resident's names as the attendings gathered in the conference room.
"Holding offers from USC, Penn, Tulane and Emory." Mark announced. "Tulane and Emory are in love, they want him bad."
The redhead added a question Mark by his name, before writing 'Campos' on the board, shooting both Arizona and Mark a look. "News on Lena?"
"Uh, my contacts at Hopkins, Stanford and Boston say they are playing hardball. Apparently Hopkins told her she's their first choice." The blond announced, sighing. "I think I might still manage to convince her to stay, though."
"Lee says she's between Hopkins and here." Mark told the Chief, playing with his pen. "I think she would stay if it wasn't for Hopkins but, you know, it's a pediatric and neonatal surgery fellowship at Hopkins, you don't just turn that down. It's the best program in the country and they want her, they want her bad."
Hunt sighed as he wrote another question mark, turning to Derek. "And Grey?"
"Uh, still between Boston and Seattle."
"If I'm gonna lose two of my most talented residents and two department heads, I'd like a decision sooner than later." Hunt requested.
"You and me both, Hunt." Derek agreed, as Mark shook his head.
"Look, I'm not gonna pressure my wife, she does that enough for herself." He shrugged, looking to the Chief. "There's a good hospital that's offered me a spot in Baltimore and I like this job. So, I've told her, I'll go with her no matter what she decides."
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At Meredith's house most resident drank themselves stupid, as Helena stood with her back to a wall, her head on Jackson's shoulder and a cup of juice in her hand.
Cristina and Meredith danced on a table, as Helena chose to keep her activity milder, due to her pregnancy.
"Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it, Keps?" Helena questioned, worried for the small girl.
"It's all good, Lena!" She let out, clearly very drunk, as she waved her glass around. "Have a drink, loosen up."
"April, I'm seven and a half months pregnant." Helena giggled.
"Oh, right." The redhead realized, letting her head flop back in her chair. A moment after, her eyes widened as a new song came on. "I love this song!" She yelled, running to dance with Meredith and Cristina.
