Stole My Heart ❤️ {A Jackson Avery love story}

Chapter 3:

My dad and I leave for the hospital early to get coffee. We see Bailey on the street corner.

Dad: morning Dr. Bailey.
Bailey: shut up.

I stifle a laugh when Dr. Bailey holds up her hand to shut him up.

Dad: you realize that I'm an Attending and you're only a resident? So, you work for me, right?
Bailey: I know I've forgotten something, something is happening today, I know I should know what it is, but I just can't...
Dad: alright, nice talking to you Dr. Bailey.
Bailey: something... right in front of my face...

My dad steps forward to cross the street but I gasp when I see bikers speeding towards us.

Bailey: doctor!
Delilah: dad!

I grab my dad's arm and yank him back onto the curb as bikers speed past us, two of them crashing into each other.

Bailey: now I remember! Dr. Shepherd, watch out.

My dad and I walk into the hospital and get ready for the day. I sneak up on George and jump on his back.

Delilah: it's gonna be a good day Georgie! It's Dead Baby Bike Race day.
George: hell yeah!

I jump off George's back and we all meet with Bailey.

Bailey: fools on bikes killing themselves. Natural selection is what it is.

Alex leans towards George and I.

Alex: so what's up with the Nazi, is she off her meds?

I smack Alex at the back of his head, making him wince.

George: you never heard of the race?

We see the Chief, Dr. Burke and my dad standing in front of the OR schedule.

Webber: excellent board. Well-timed, balanced, efficient– if all goes well, we'll have an early night.
Bailey: Chief! Dead Baby Bike Race started twenty minutes ago.
Webber: alright people! Dead Baby Bike Race day!
George: every year, this bar—
Meredith: the Dead Baby Bar.
George: every year, they hold this underground bike race.
Izzie: don't you wonder why someone would name a bar something so disgusting?
C&D: keep your panties on Nancy Drew.

Cristina and I share a laugh as we high five.

George: the race is completely illegal and—
Meredith: crazy, a bunch of bike messengers racing against traffic trying to beat each other for—
Delilah: free shots of tequila.
Alex: all out, no holds barred competition. Sounds like fun.
Izzie: yeah, you would think that.
George: the race doesn't have any rules. Except eye gouging– no eye gouging.
Cristina: oh great, we're going to be trapped in the pit bandaging up idiots when we could be up in the OR?
George: what kind of people engage in a race that has, as its only rule, that you can't rip out the eyeballs of another human being?
Alex: men Georgie, men.
Bailey: I need someone to get up to the OR floor, the Chief needs a right hand.

We all shoot our hands up.
Bailey: George.
George: hell yeah.

I chuckle as George kisses my cheek real quick before speeding away to the OR floor.

Bailey: okay people, the rules of trauma. Don't mingle with the ER interns, they don't know their ass from their esophagus. Sew fast, discharge fast, take bodies up to the OR yesterday. Don't let me catch you fighting over patients. Got it? Come on, let's go.

We run in and all you see is injured bikers everywhere.

Delilah: oh my god.
Cristina: oh, it's like candy, but with blood, which is so much better.
Izzie: oh my god...
Cristina: mine!
Izzie: I saw him first!