Lover // g. o'malley

Who's Zoomin' Who?

 It's morning time and I need to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower. I go to open the door but of course, it's locked. "George. You locked the door. I need to take a shower and brush my teeth," I complain while pounding on the door.

"Uh huh I'll be out in a minute," George says.

"What are you even doing in there?" I ask him.

"It's private," he says quietly from inside of the bathroom.

"Oh. Oh god. I'm sorry. I get it. I didn't mean to interrupt you," I say disgusted.

"No, it's not that!" George yells.

"It's okay. Take your time. There's really no need to explain. I'll wait. You just... finish," I tell him while walking into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.

"No, I'm... I'm coming out," George mumbles. He leaves the bathroom and I walk in there after him. There's nothing he left behind so I really don't know what he was doing while he was in there.

We get to the hospital after I shower and George is talking to Nurse Olivia so I walk up to both of them. "Hi, George," I say.

"Hey?" George asks confused on why I'm interrupting his talk with Olivia,

"Olivia," I say while glaring at her as her que to leave.

"Hi, Dr. Lopez. I'll see you later George," she kisses him on the cheek before walking away.

"Okay. Bye. Yeah. She's really into me," George says flustered after the quick kiss.

"Way to go George, she's pretty cute. So this morning you really weren't..." I try to ask but I am too scared to find out what he was really doing.

"Anytime you want to apologize..." he says.

"Then what were you doing in the bathroom for so long this morning?" I ask George.

"I have to go," he says. He walks into the locker room and I stand there confused with my arms crossed. What was that all about? George usually tells me things. I walk into the locker room a few seconds after him and I overhear a conversation with George and Alex. Neither of them must know I'm in there because they continue it.

"I need to ask you something," George says to Alex, sounding ashamed.

"I'm waiting," Alex huffs impatiently.

"I seem to be having a skin thing going on, like a rash, really. And I think I know what it is, but I can't get close enough to tell what it is for sure."

"Let's see it George."

"It's kind of located in an, um, you know, private..." I overhear George mumble.

"You're a doctor, George. It's called a penis. You have a rash on your penis?" Alex asks him bluntly.

"I think I can describe it. It's uh, red."

"Look, just come on dude. Just show me your junk so we can please get this over with." George looks around again and I go behind a locker so he won't see me listening in. He starts to untie his scrubs so I turn away, but I still listen to the conversation.

"So?" George asks Alex.

"Dude, you've totally got syphilis," Alex says. I cover my mouth trying not to let out a gasp or a tiny laugh. I tiptoe out of the room still in complete shock. George has syphilis? We slept together the night of the party, do I have it too?

I was working with Izzie and Cristina on a case today. I've had to work with one other person before, but never two. We were examining our patient, Mr. Franklin. His wife is in the room with us too, along with their daughter. He has a very large stomach but we aren't sure what's causing it to be so big. "Mr. Franklin, how long has your abdomen been looking like this?" Cristina asks while pressing two fingers down on his stomach to feel some fluid.