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 fifty four━one step too far season eight, episode seventeen
❝i just ate some really bad chicken! that's all!❞
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"Crap!"
Was the first word Aliya uttered under her breath once she had reached her hand up lazily to flush the toilet, attempting to push herself off of the toilet bowl to stand up.
Though, the challenge of getting up once one had violently thrown up their entire breakfast, lunch and dinner was much easier said than done, especially since she was wearing exceptionally high heels.
But, she was a Levine after all.
And from a very young age, Aliya was taught to walk in twelve inch heels whilst balancing weighty surgical textbooks on top of her head.
At the time, Aliya didn't exactly understand how this could actually help her in later life but now she began to understand it.
She could do anything in heels.
Except whatever she was doing at this moment in time, unfortunately for her.
So, instead of actually getting up from where she had spent the past five minutes heaving over a toilet seat, she sat on the floor of the surprisingly super clean cubicle she hadn't managed to lock yet, the door wide open for anyone to see her in the state she was in.
Which, it had to be said, wasn't a very good state.
She had blacked out around twice, though she couldn't be one hundred percent sure of that fact anymore, and she also wasn't entirely sure where she actually was.
Though, the very annoying vibrations of her phone on the floor beside her seemed to snap her out of the trance she was in.
"Where did you put the instant ramen you bulk bought from CostCo?" Alex Karev, the current inhabitant of Aliya Levine and Jackson Avery's spare bedroom, asked when the brunette picked up the phone, without even stopping to say 'hello'.
And, they say chivalry is dead!
"Middle shelf of the pantry, in between the Pop Tarts and the tortilla chips." Aliya replied with a hand pressed against her head to soothe the pounding headache, her elbow propped up on the toilet seat as she heard the rustling from the other line as Alex pawed about her beloved house.
