Invasion. An unwelcome intrusion into another's domain. That was the definition, according to most of the dictionaries. One synonym they all seemed to have left out was Bella Ledford. A doctor. A neurosurgeon. More specifically, the new Head of Neur...
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Bella had always been a people-person. She was very much liked and respected in all aspects of her life. There was no reason for things to go any other way. Not in her mind. It would be safe to say that she had gotten used to the treatment she received at Johns Hopkins and every night for the past week she wished she was back there.
Day one went very well for her. After her successful surgery in the morning, she had a great lunch where she was invited to sit in on another operation. The gallery was practically empty, other than her and two other doctors who were most likely just killing time. After that, she had a few consults to do in the pit—she was paged by the interns on all occasions—then her morning patient was ready to be discharged. Doing so with Dr Edwards by her side, they answered every post-op questions the patient had regarding recovery and follow up's and then it seemed like Bella was done.
The remainder of the week seemed to blur into one huge blob of nothing in her mind. She spent a good few hours doing research, catching up on reading, sorting through paperwork and arranging schedules for her department. When it came to actually picking up a scalpel and bloodying her gloves, she had about five patients of her own—two on Tuesday, one on Wednesday afternoon, two on Thursday—and the rest were consults.
So, yes. Bella's first week was depressing. To the point where she felt that the only way to improve this situation would be to get wasted at Joe's Bar. That was all fun and games until she started getting tipsy. And that was fine. She expected it to happen. In fact, she wanted it to happen. What came to be of surprise was the presence of Alex Karev. And his constant flirting. My god—she thought that night. How could someone be quite so persistent?
Even though it turned out well. The night? It went so much better than she expected. Compared to the entire week she had at work? Yeah. The night couldn't have gone better. Bella managed to find someone who felt like a friend. Someone who felt like could be a friend. A very good one, at that. Alex Karev was outspoken, funny, and definitely confident. Bella could relate to him. She could see herself in him and that was new. And interesting.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked her that night, nudging her hard with his elbow. Bella glared at him and it made him laugh. "You're like a depressed teenager."
"Leave me alone."
"You're cranky when you're drunk," he stated the obvious, laughing again as he drank more of his beer.
"Why are you here?" she asked him when he stayed seated beside her, drinking away like there were no other tables and chairs to use. "You," she hiccupped. "A—And everyone else at the hospital avoids me like I'm—like I'm some physical form of a deadly disease. Just go. Go and quarantine yourself away... or something."
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