In the 8th grade, my English class had to read Romeo and Juliet. Then for extra credit, Mrs. Snyder made us act out all of the parts. Sal Scafarillo was Romeo. As fate would have it, I was Juliet. All the other girls were jealous but I had a slightly different take. I told Mrs. Snyder that Juliet was an idiot. For starters, she falls for the one guy she knows she can't have. Then she blames fate for her own bad decision. Mrs. Snyder explained to me that when faith comes into play, choice sometimes goes out the window. At the ripe old age of 13, I was very clear. That love, like life, was about making choices. And fate has nothing to do with it. Everyone thinks it's romantic. Romeo and Juliet. True love. How sad. If Juliet was stupid enough to fall for the enemy, drink a bottle of poison and go to sleep in a mausoleum... she deserved whatever she got.
I took a ride from Meredith this morning only for her to have parked next to Addison in the parking look. She looked flustered so Cristina, George, and I all decided to go to the coffee cart. Addison on the other hand, looked hot, per usual. I'm on my second cup of coffee already. Izzie went into the hospital to find Alex since he finally kissed her at Joe's the other day, and Meredith stayed in the car trying to cover up a pimple on her forehead. Cristina sees Burke on the corner and orders a coffee for him too and takes it over to him. "Rachel please wait," George says as I walk away from the cart with my coffee.
"What now George?" I rudely ask him. He drops his bagel on the ground and a pigeon flies down and starts eating it. I stare at the bagel, and turn around and walk away again. George follows me. As soon as I started walking away, there was a loud thumping noise. I turn around to see a guy laying on the sidewalk. He must've fallen from the sky? No way. George and I run over to the guy to make sure he's okay.
After bringing him inside, George and I meet with Bailey while Stu, the man who fell, lays down on a hospital bed.
"Window washer. Fell from fifth floor scaffolding. Obvious open tib/fib fracture but otherwise okay," Bailey reads off his chart.
"Equal breath sounds. After a five story fall he's got equal breath sounds!" George says, amazed.
"Lopez get in there and palpate his abdomen," Bailey instructs. I walk over to him and do just that.
"Does this hurt anywhere?" I ask Stu.
"No," he says in return.
"You fell from the sky. Five stories. And you only injured your leg," George excitedly says.
"George," I huff.
"No. Don't George me. A few seconds ago he would've landed on me. Or you Rachel," George points out. I nod, pretending to care in what he's saying.
"Okay rolling on three please. 1, 2, 3," I order. A bunch of doctors roll Stu on his right side. There are feathers all over his back and dried up blood on him as well. "Are these feathers?"
"My life was saved by that little pigeon," George says in awe.
"Let's get some x-rays. And after that you might want to get in there and look for the rest of Tweety," Bailey tells us.
George grabs a feather from the man's back and sticks it in his pocket. "Thank you," he whispers to the feather. I look at him weirdly and walk away.
We take Stu to the trauma room and have him lay down on his stomach. George and I have to remove the bits of the pigeon out of his back.
"Beak?" Stu asks us.
"Claw," George and I tell him at the same time.
"We need to widen this incision and take a better look at it," I tell George.
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Lover // g. o'malley
RomanceRachel Lopez finally makes it out of Ohio all the way to Seattle to become a doctor at Seattle Grace. She soon realizes this hospital is not like the others, it's crazy. How will she do?