Rachel 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?
In the beginning, God created the heaven and the Earth. At least, that's what they say. He created the birds of the air and the beasts of the fields and he looked at his creation and he saw that it was good. And then God created man. And it's been downhill ever since. The story goes on to say that God created man in his own image, but there's not much proof of that. After all, God made the sun and the moon and the stars, and all man makes is trouble. And when man finds himself in trouble, which is most of the time, he turns into something bigger than himself to love or fate or religion to make sense of it all. But for a surgeon, the only thing that makes any kind of sense is medicine.
I walk through the hospital doors, rushing to put on my lab coat since I woke up late. While I'm focusing on fixing my coat, I bump into somebody. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I apologize. When I look up, it's a smiling Mrs. O'Malley.
"Rachel!" she yells, pulling me in for a hug.
"Mrs. O'Malley, hi. How have you been?" I ask her.
"Well, I've been worried sick is how I've been. I've called your phone, and I've left multiple text messages. I know how busy you two are these days, but you can't pick up the phone once in a while? Never mind that. Water under the bridge now. I was in the neighborhood, and I hope you don't mind, but I just couldn't wait to show you some of the outfits I've been making," she tells me, sounding very excited. I've always enjoyed Mrs. O'Malley's company. She was like the mother I never really had.
"Outfits?" I ask. I have no idea what she's talking about right now. Does she even know my size in clothes?
"Now don't get mad at me, but Georgie told me you two were trying, so... what do you think? It's yellow!" she tells me as she holds up a crocheted baby onesie.
"I can see that," I slowly say, trying very hard to keep the fake smile on my face.
After I finish talking to Mrs. O'Malley, I try to find George. After a while of looking down almost every single hallway, I find him talking to Lexie about their patient. "You didn't tell your mom we broke up a month ago?" I ask, shoving the baby clothes towards him so he can see them. Lexie's eyes widen in shock and she walks away.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"What do you think I mean? Your moms making us baby clothes because she thinks we're trying to get pregnant because she thinks we're still married because she thinks that you're still the kind of person who would never divorce his wife. Hand-stitched unisex baby clothes. They are yellow and green and they even go up to toddler sizes. And she's waiting for you in the lobby by the way," I tell George before handing him the rest of the baby clothes and walking away.
We all got a page from Dr. Bailey. Tuck was crushed under a bookcase this morning after she left for work. "Multiple rib fractures," Cristina reads off.
"Might have dropped a lung," I suggest.
"They're worried they may be damage to the heart," Meredith says.
"Yang and Stevens, get him to radiology for a head, chest, and abdominal CT. O'Malley, tell the lab to move fast. We'll keep you posted. Karev and Lopez, clear out," Richard tells us. I sigh and Alex shrugs his shoulders before we walk off in separate directions.
Since I have nothing better to do, I decided to grab a cup of coffee from the waiting room. When I see Mrs. O'Malley sitting in there, I sit down on a chair next to her. "Mrs. O'Malley? What are you still..."
"I just couldn't leave. When Harold was here, when he was sick, Dr. Bailey took such good care of him. I couldn't leave knowing her son was in trouble. Knowing both our sons are in trouble," she tells me.
"Mrs. O'Malley I just..."
"I know you think I'm old-fashioned, and maybe I am. But it doesn't matter what I think. In God's eyes, marriage is forever," she says. I sigh, I really don't want to disappoint her.
"Well, if it's any consolation for you at all, George and I got married on the Vegas strip at a 24-hour church of Elvis. I'm not sure if God was even there to watch us," I tell her.
"He's everywhere Rachel," she says, looking up to the sky.
"I used to believe in God, I really did. My parents forced religion on me ever since I was a little girl, but when they both left me alone, I knew God wouldn't do that to me. I knew he couldn't be that mean. I used to believe in marriage and heaven and hell too, I just don't anymore," I confess to her.
"You really don't believe anymore?" she asks.
"I believe in love and second chances. And that even though George wasn't the one for me, it was okay that I believed he was because... well, for a while, at least, I got to be an O'Malley. And I really loved being an O'Malley," I tell her, starting to cry. She starts to cry too, so she holds my hand and we sit like that for a minute.
As doctors, we know more about the human body now than any other point in our history. But the miracle of life itself, why people live and die, why they hurt or get hurt, is still a mystery. We want to know the reason, the secret, the answer at the back of the book. Because the thought of being all alone down here is just too much for us to bear. But at the end of the day, the fact that we show up for each other, in spite of our differences, no matter what we believe, is reason enough to keep believing.
A/N!! New update! This update is very, very short but I thought this chapter would be cute to show the relationship between Mrs. O'Malley and Rachel. Please vote and make sure to comment any suggestions you may have for this story. Comments are motivation <3 (1069)
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