Stole My Heart ❤️ {A Jackson Avery love story}

Chapter 22:

After Christmas, I took a little bit of time off to spend some time with my friends and family in New York. But now, I'm back and better than ever. The day started off having a meeting with the Chief. I'm standing next to George with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

Webber: listen up people. New year, new rules. Or should I say new year and we will be enforcing the rules mandated by the residency review committee. There were too many mistakes made last year. Fatigue played too big a role. Exceeding 80 hours per week will not be tolerated.
George: does that mean we actually get to have a life?
Delilah: I think so lovey.
Webber: Sullivan, you were on call for 28 hours, leave when you hit 30. Grey, you were here until 2am last night, see you at noon.
Meredith: I get to go? Free time?
Alex: run before he changes his mind.

Meredith runs away.

Webber: oh and people, our nurses are gonna have to work extra hours to compensate so treat them well. Cranky nurses don't do us any good.

Everyone disperses and I walk with the others.

Izzie: well, maybe you can cheer them up.

George chuckles at Alex as Alex gives Izzie a look. Izzie stops walking and turns around.

Izzie: you know what? My New Years resolution was to let it go, and I am. I have... let it go. I apologize.
George: you do?
Izzie: I do.
Delilah: hey, how did your test go?
Alex: I feel pretty good about it but I won't know for a few days.
Izzie: well, we're all pulling for you.
George: we are?
Izzie: we are.
Delilah: yes we are Georgie. You're going to pass Alex, I know it in my heart.
Alex: thanks Del.

We meet with Bailey and we start rounds. We end up in Denny Duquette's room.

Bailey: Denny Duquette.
Denny: hey Dr. Bailey. Dr. S! Looking stunning like always.
Delilah: oh hush you!
Bailey: I hope seeing you here means that they finally found you a heart.
Denny: no offense doctor, but I'm not a big fan of hospitals. It takes something pretty special to get me in here.
Bailey: what do we know about Mr. Duquette Stevens?
Denny: Capricorn, loves to travel and cook.
Delilah: Denny, let her show off.
Izzie: Denny Duquette, 36. Admitted today for a heart transplant necessitated by a viral-cardiomyopathy.
Bailey: hmm, and what does that mean?
Izzie: that his heart is unable to fill and pump blood normally.
Bailey: good. Denny, this is Dr. Stevens. She'll be tending to your private surgery.
Denny: so, I guess I'll be seeing you around Dr. Stevens.

Everyone except Bailey leaves the room and we stand by the nurses station.

Alex: gotta hand it to the guy, trying to get some action when he's practically a corpse.
Izzie: Alex, he's just trying to be nice.

Bailey and George walk out of the room and start walking down the hall with Izzie, Alex and I following behind them.

Bailey: no one enforced an 80 hour work week when I was an intern. 110, 120 hours suited me just fine. I learned more because I worked more.
George: well, at least this way, you get some rest before you have the baby. I mean, being that pregnant, keeping up this pace.
Bailey: are you saying I look tired O'Malley?
George: no, not tired, no. You look fresh, spry. You glow. What, stop now?

I chuckle at my best friend.

Bailey: O'Malley, you and Shepherd go do an intake on Addison Shepherd's patient.
Delilah: on it Dr. Bailey.

I loop my arm through George's then we go to the patient's room. It was a young girl with her parents. We walk inside, Addison coming in a couple seconds later.

Addison: Dr. O'Malley, Dr. Shepherd.
George: hi. Mr and Mrs Singleton, Rebecca, this is Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd.
Mrs. Singleton: you don't think it's cancer, do you? Bex is too young for cancer, right?
Addison: Mrs. Singleton, I'm just getting up to speed. I'm sorry. Dr. O'Malley?
George: Rebecca has been admitted for—
Bex: could you stop calling me that?
Mr. Singleton: she prefers Bex, not Rebecca.
Delilah: Bex has been admitted for an ultrasound-guided biopsy on an enlargement of the pelvic lymph node.
Addison: okay Bex, you mind if I check it out?
Mr. Singleton: okay, I'll just, ah...