౨ৎ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with overbearing parents, an ex who left her heartbroken, a green eyed rich boy, a chaotic best friend and a pair of twisted sisters.
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chapter seven━holidaze (part one) season six, episode ten
❝ nothing can be as bad as thanksgiving '03. ❞
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THE DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING ⠀
Most surgeons always say this, but the OR has its own separate time zone. Depending on the surgery, it could either feel incredibly slow, or incredibly fast, and with rare interruptions from the outside world, a surgery can feel like a matter of minutes when in reality you've actually been operating for hours on end.
Surgery was escapism to most doctors.
The cool, chill of the operating room, the constant smell of antiseptic. Surgery can become an addiction. An obsession. It's the euphoria. The complete relaxation when you are at one with a scalpel, when the surgical procedures and techniques become muscle memory.
The thing Aliya liked most about surgery was the fixing. The joy you get when you tell a person that their loved one is okay. The smile on their faces. The endless waves of relief washing over their shores. That's what the majority of surgeons lived for.
Aliya guessed she was that weird kid in science class who would voluntarily cut open pigs hearts, even though she didn't want to be. She didn't want to live under the bright, shiny glow of her family legacy, but no amount of rebellion could ever free her from the shackles.
As a kid, she was never squeamish, something you need when you dedicate your life to becoming a surgeon and staring at the inside bodies for hours on end, maybe even all day. She gawked in awe on the school playground at kid's with cut open knees, bribing them with candy to let her stitch them back up.
She knew how to do it anyway, it was just the way she was raised.
Now, years later, Aliya had spent more time in an operating room looking at open body cavity's than being in a committed relationship.
Even in med school, with the guy she dated on and off for five whole years, her OR time would still manage to outrun him.
It was all pretty tragic, growing up precocious.
"Levine, surgical stitch." Bailey pointed into the body cavity in front of them as Bohkee quickly handed Aliya a pair of suture scissors and a needle with a long line of thread.
Aliya whispered a 'thank you' as she rapidly stitched along the internal incision, quickly tying it off as she reached the end, pulling up the forceps to tighten the stitch and passing the instruments back to Bohkee.
