𝜗𝜚˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with a particular green eyed rich boy, overbearing parents taunting her all the way from malibu, an ex who refuses to leave her alone, a chaotic best friend and a pair of t...
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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 operating room has its own separate time zone, different from the outside world. Depending on the surgery and the procedures, time could either go by incredibly slow, or incredibly fast, and with rare interruptions from the outside, a surgery can feel like a matter of minutes when in reality, you've actually been operating for hours on end and the only sign would be from the agonising ache of every muscle in your body.
Therefore, surgery was escapism for most doctors. A way to leave whatever was going on in their own lives at the doorstep of the OR.
That feeling became euphoric. A special power that only surgeon's possessed— the complete ability to escape all of their past lives in the chill of the operating room. Surgery can become an addiction.
An obsession.
The thing Aliya liked most about surgery was the fixing, and the joy when you tell a patient's family that their loved one is okay and they'll have many more years ahead of them. She watched the smiles on their faces, and 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 spot light of her family legacy, but no amount of rebellion could ever free her from the shackles she was trapped inside.
As a kid, she was never squeamish, which was something you need to be when you dedicate your life to becoming a surgeon and staring at the inside of bodies for hours on end, maybe even all day if you were doing back to back surgeries. 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 even years later, Aliya had spent more time in an operating room looking at open body cavity's than being in a committed relationship.
Surely that ought to account for something?
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 just like she did.
