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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"Barnett, the new peds guy, decided that everyone should create new passwords." She explained, sighing. "You're supposed to do it in the settings menu but I can't access the settings menu without a new password!"
"So you're trying to talk you're way into the settings menu?" Callie asked, amused.
"Hey, it usually works with people." Helena shrugged with a smile, before narrowing her eyes back at the computer.
"I'm probably gonna need to go back in and do a redo ORIF on Brody Wright's humerus fracture, ok?" The ortho surgeon asked, knowing as well as the rest of the hospital that the short girl was practically running the peds department these days.
The machine in front of Helena made a sound of an error, as she complained, with a groan. "I miss your wife. When's she coming back?!"
At that, Callie's eyes widened as she approached Helena. "Uh... wait, did you see her? Did she see you?"
"I saw her yesterday, for my visit..." The foreign girl furrowed her brows. "Wait, Arizona's here?"
"Oh, damnit!" The older woman let out, closing her eyes. "Uh, she's... she's being fitted for her first prosthetic today, which I wasn't supposed to tell you, because the only way I was able to get her to agree to come in al all was to promise that no one knows she's here. Which makes two promises I've broken, if you count the time I said 'I promise you won't lose your leg', which she certainly does..."
"Hey, come on, Callie. You know that not your fault." Helena told her friend, in a soft voice. "And, no, I didn't see her."
"Good, don't!" She warned.
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Walking down the hallway, Helena was in a three way call with Meredith and Cristina, the later calling from Minnesota.
"Just stop having sex with him!" The young girl let out.
"I'm trying to fit in. I live here now. I have to just, you know, adapt. So I'm making friends." Cristina told her.
"But you don't even like him!" Meredith complained.
"Who said I don't like him?" The curly haired woman questioned.
"You did. Several times." Helena pointed out, arriving at the nurses station and picking up a chart.
"He's my sex friend." Cristina shrugged nonchalantly.
