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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"A packet?" Cristina scoffed, with her people at the kitchen of Meredith's old home, now Alex's. "We're gonna convince these people to give us 175 million with a packet?"
"It's a nice packet..." Meredith shrugged, her baby bump more prominent than ever.
"Yeah, and people like packets. Right?" Helena furrowed her brows, finishing up the omelets she was making: two for her people, one for Alex. She'd stick with her regular toast.
"Mer, Baby Einstein, Owen stopped calling. If this doesn't work, he'll never speak to me again." The curly haired woman sighed.
"Once we buy the hospital, the sneaking around stops." Meredith told them.
"Buy the hospital..." Helena shook her head. "I still can't believe I'm buying a hospital at 29... but, yes, when Owen finds out he's gonna be happy."
"Derek's completely convinced that-" Meredith stopped herself when they noticed Alex walk into the room.
"Hey." The boy greeted, Helena shooting him a quick smile from the drive.
"Good morning." The blond wished.
There was another moment of silence, Alex going to get some old pizza from the fridge, before he let out. "Ok, really? It's been a week, what the hell is going on? You walk out, no warning, and now the hospital is falling apart. Yesterday a bunch of nurses walked! We lost lab techs, support staff. I mean, if you wanted to screw the Pegasus deal, success, high five. But, now, people are saying they without a buyer the whole place could go belly up in a month. What are you trying to do?"
The trio was silent again, before Helena served one of the omelets, offering, with a smile. "Omelet, Alex?"
"You're just guilty that you've been hiding stuff from me... I don't want your pity omelet." He almost pouted.
"They taste the same." The short girl pointed out with a tilt of her head.
"Fine, whatever." He grabbed the breakfast, squinting at the twisted sisters before he left.
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"Ok, so, this time, I'll do the peds and trauma stuff first and Lena can do the neonatal, fetal and OB." Arizona suggested, the short girl nodding. The group was waiting at the lobby of a big corporation, waiting to meet with the owner.
"And then I will go into the neuro."
"Ok, can somebody else do the closing?" Callie requested. "I-I was awful last time we practiced."
"No, you were fine." Mark shrugged it off.
"We really wanna end on my flop sweats?" She chuckled.
"Derek, you do the closing." Cristina suggested.
"I'm sorry, it should be just a few more minutes." The secretary warned them. "Can I get you any water or coffee?"
Everyone politely declined, except for Cristina. "Coffee. And a bagel or something." As the woman left, everyone shot her looks, the woman explaining. "I'm starving. This meeting was supposed to start half an hour ago!"
