Meredith Grey's VIPenis

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Patient

"You will not laugh. You will not have your jaw drop or gasp when you walk through the door. You will not stare like the mindless idiots you tend to be. You will listen, you will understand, you will cooperate with me or I will ride your ass." he explained as they walked through the halls of Seattle Grace. He nodded at the coworkers he passed by, a sign of respect in a way.

They stopped infront of room 212. He turned the knob and opened the door.

"Good morning Ms. Hilton. How are you today?" he asked plastering his best smile on his face.

"I'm great Doctor. Absolutly great now that you are here." the bleach blonde responded with a giggle, her voice much more higher, more pitchier than he had remembered. She was laying in the hospital bed, a red silk robe imported from Japan on her slender body. Her lips coated in pink lips gloss, her face blushed with rosy pink powder making her have a permanent blush. She was practically ready for any paparazzi or new reporter to come in view.

This was rather different for Derek. Paris hilton in a bed right infront of his eyes. The last time he had seen her in bed was in the One Night in Paris video that leaked onto the internet. It was an accident. He didn't mean to click.

And besides, she didn't look very good. She wouldn't last a second if she were with him the previous night.

His thoughts were interupted my the deep cough of Karev signaling him they were all waiting for instructions.

"Ms. Hilton-"

"Paris. Call me Paris." she replied with a smile directed at him an the other men in the room.

"Paris." he countered "She was horse back riding and fell off hitting her petuitary quite hard. The tests the other doctors in Country have come out clean, but we are keeping her for observation." he explained as they all nodded.

Yang stepped out from their stnace that was a few feet from the bed.

"How did you fall, if you don't mind me asking?" she asked.

"Well, I was riding a horse." she replied as if it was the most simple question in the world.

"And you fell of the horse because?" she countered.

"Nicole was being a bitch, the horse was galloping faster and I fell."

"Nicole, as in Nicole Richie. Is she here? You were filming the Simple Life, weren't you?" George pipped up searching the room for any signs of her companion.

"O'Malley." Derek snapped causing the now flustered intern to come back and stand behind Barbie.

"That's hot." Paris giggled winking at the doctor and the interns.

"Interns. She is your VIPatient. You will tend to her every need. Every command. You will run an MRI and and an X-ray. Find me in my office when you have the results." he said with a smile, the other interns, excluding Barbie, mentaly plotting his death.

Really, he was in a giving mood. It was either Paris Hilton or rectal exams.

He was being giving.

Conversation

"We are not having phone sex while you're in the hospital." she yelled into the phone as he chuckled at the other end.

"See, I knew I shouldn't have told you where I worked. And it is not as if someone is listening. I am in the privacy of my office." he explained as he sat down in his recliner, propping his feet up onto his desk. All his paper work was well organized and signed, all his charts and forms were being worked on by his interns.