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THE RHYTHMIC DRUMMING of raindrops against Blake's window provided a soothing backdrop in the early morning. Unlike the chaos that usually erupted at the start of her shifts, the rain offered a sense of calm, a stark contrast to the churning in her stomach. Anticipating the alarm, she had already woken up at 4:36, the soft glow of the clock a familiar comfort. Nestled in the corner of her new room, the proximity of the window felt like a lifeline. Her gaze fixated on the intricate race of raindrops, each a tiny competitor in a race against gravity. Blake found a strange solace in their journey. Some droplets, like the interns, would race obliviously, only to meet an abrupt end at the window's base. Others, formed by the merging of smaller ones, would grow in size and strength before finally succumbing.
Suddenly, Izzie's voice pierced through the tranquility, shattering the peace Blake carved out for herself. "George's room is bigger than mine!" Annoyance flared in Blake's chest, a flicker of heat against the cool morning air. Izzie and George had officially moved into Meredith's house a day after Blake. "I have more clothes, so I should have the bigger room!"
"I got here first!" George argued. "And my room is like two inches bigger."
With a tired sigh, Blake heaved herself out of bed, the warmth of the room a stark contrast to the chill that seemed to seep into her bones every time she emerged from under the covers. She padded over to the door, the fight between Izzie and George threatening to give her a migraine. Swinging the door open, she glared at the two, her voice laced with the weariness of a long week. "Must you two be so loud in the morning?"
"Just put your clothes somewhere else!" George continued shouting.
Blake winced at the renewed yelling, the shrillness of it scraping against her already frayed nerves. She wasn't one for confrontation, and the constant bickering between Izzie and George was starting to wear thin.
