il mio amore || a.deluca

one

Dressed in rust orange dress pants and a white sweater, Charlotte Meyers followed the other interns in her class into an OR. She fumbled with the FDNY pendent hanging around her neck as she looked around, glancing at the observitory and seeing Grey-Sloan doctors.

"Each of you today 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. The five years you spend here as a surgical residents will be the best and worst of your lives. They will-" Dr. Richard Webber was cut off by a resident shooting her hand up. 

Charlotte couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly as she dropped her hand from her necklace. 

"You have a question?" 

"Yes. Why?"

"Uh, you raised your hand." 

"No, I'm sorry. I mean why will these be the best and worst years of our lives?"

"Uh, I was getting to that. Um, where was I? Oh right. 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 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." Charlotte let out a sigh as Dr. Webber finished. 

Charlotte was now dressed in her light blue scrubs and white coat as she tied her hair back into a ponytail. She clipped her card to her jacket as the other interns conversed. 

"Listen up." Dr. Webber announced. "This is Dr. Edwards. Some of you are lucky enough to be under her supervision. Listen closely to everything she says. Observe, learn. She has the power to mold you into fine surgeons."

"Thank you, Dr. Webber." Dr. Edwards smiled fondly. "Oh, and congratulations sir. Dr. Webber is getting married this afternoon." Charlotte smiled as the locker room filled with cheers. 

"Thank you. Um, now, who's got Dr. Edwards?" Charlotte raised her hand as four others did. 

"Follow me." Charlotte squeazed past the other interns as she followed Dr. Edwards out of the locker room. "I have three rules.  One, listen to the nurses. Respect the nurses. Do whatever the nurses say. You may think you know more than the nurses. You do not. Two, your life is now all about me. Not about you or your boyfriend, your fight with your sister or your nasty little rash down there. We are learning to be surgical gods. When we are focused on you, we're working at a gas station. Three, no complaining. You complain and you are out. Got it?" Dr. Edwards turned around to face the group. "You. Rules, repeat." She gestured to the blonde of the small group.

"Listen to nurses, worship you, complain and die." 

"Good. Let's go." 

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"Incoming trauma! Grab a yellow gown and glvoes and hurry up!" Dr. Edwards yelled. Charlotte swiftly tied on a yellow trauma gown and put glvoes on as she followed her resident out of the ER.

"34 year old pregnant female with prolonged extriciation from a crushed vehicle." The first responder explained as she opened the back of the rig.

"Her name is Joan Paulson. She's 40 weeks pregnant and in active labor. BP's 100 over 60. She's been complaining of devere neck pain and an obvious fracture of her right arm." A man explained coming out of the rig with the patient.

"And who are you?" Dr. Edwards asked.

"I'm Andrew. Sorry. I was on my way into work. I saw the collapse so I stopped to help."

"Collapse? What collasped?" Charlotte asked.

"Not important duckling." Edwards snapped. 

"We've got to go back! We've got to go back!" Mrs. Paulson cried.