Danica Rose Millers has gone through hell on earth. She starts her internship at Seattle Grace Hospital and meets people who will change her life forever. She loves and loses and loves some more. Find out more on I've Loved and I've Lost.
"You said the car hit you, while you were in the crosswalk?" George asks as he places Mr Meloy's leg gently back on the bed.
"Yeah, look-look, are you almost done?" Mr Meloy asks. "Cause I need to go alright?"
"Uh no um--" George looks to me for an excuse.
"Sorry Mr Meloy, but we need to wait for the police and before you say we can give them your name and phone number, they'd prefer to speak with you personally. Now Doctor O'Malley and I have something to do but if you need anything please ask one of the nurses," I say politely before closing the curtain.
"Thank you,"
"No problem," We both walk over to Alex. "We need a psych consult for Mr Meloy,"
"Why?"
"He said he was walking when the car hit him but the pattern of his injuries aren't consistent with it. Plus, he's acting a little agitated," George explains.
"Maybe because he was hit by a car, or because he has you as his doctor," Alex quips, sarcasm lacing his tone. "Anyways, you need to discharge him, because we have a lot of other patients with worse injuries,"
"If he leaves and he hurts himself, it's on you," George says before Alex can walk away.
"Fine. Get your stupid consult. But if someone in that waiting room dies because we don't have a bed, it's on you," Alex then walks away. As soon as he rounds the corner, I grab George and press my lips against his. He immediately reacts, melting into the kiss.
"What was that for?" He asks after pulling away.
"You taking charge and sticking up for yourself is hot," I say with a shrug of my shoulders. He smirks down at me before kissing my cheek.
"I love you," He whispers beside my ear.
"I love you too,"
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Danica POV
I walk into the room and see Callie pacing and Arizona sitting down on the couch watching her. "You paged?"
"She's speaking spanish. You're like her sister. Do something cause I have to--," She shoves me towards Callie. I sigh heavily.
"Go," I say simply.
"Thank you," She says before quickly running out.
"Calliope Iphegenia Torres. Deja de despotricar en español porque nadie te puede entender. ¿Cuál es el problema?" I ask as I grab her shoulders so she stops pacing. (Calliope Iphegenia Torres. Stop ranting in Spanish because no one can understand you. What is the problem?)
Callie sighs before speaking in English. "My dad is trying to send me back home,"
"What!?"
"He's talking to the Chief and he's making me quit my job and quit my relationship which he has yet to acknowledge even exists," She explains.
